Stepmothers of Grown Children Find the Grace
|Stepmothers of grown children find the grace|
To love beneath a banner of their own.
Each is more than friend, though not by blood;
Parent, yet not part of childhood;
Mother, yes, in truth, but not in stone.
Opening their arms to our embrace,
They give to us what's theirs to give alone:
Hearts unhindered by a child's good,
Ears unhampered by what words we would,
Regard deep rooted in a single tone
Shared through fondness for a single face.
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