Best Stepfather Poems

Remember those days
when I was a child
Always in trouble
always so wild

I was carefree and curious
and in everyone's hair
I didn't dare start any trouble
cause' I knew you were there

You were tough, but kind
strict, yet stern
You grounded me often 
in hope that I'd learn

I was constantly talking
I...

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You took her
From all of us
You got the blame
You never understood us
You ignored us
She loved you
She then ignored us too
You created a sort of destruction 
In the hearts of us
Indirectly
You caused the creation of fear
A fear of abandonment 
A fear of alcohol
A fear of our...

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The room filled with his beloved family
Watching his life slowly slipping toward eternity
Looking into those tormented eyes
His girls hold each other to soften their cries
Weak and confused as his memory is lost
Holding the hand of each child before he crossed
Loving him was easy for all...

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You are not going, to talk to your mother, like THAT!
If I said, that to my mother, I would probably, get SMACKED!
If you were my son, I would take you out BACK!
Luckily, for both of our well being, those are not the FACTS.
Why? Are you...

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The abusive stepfather bullies 
his family gathers corruption 
political leaders to honor his 
behavior payoffs bribes paid for 
with a traumatic brain injury 
claim from his battered wife 

she cries for help hides flees 
an yet the abusive stepfather 
finds away to attack the children...

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My daughter is an angel,
For her I rarely fear,
For I am always reassured by the promises I hear,
That she is in God's hands,
And in God she always stands,
But sometimes when I doubt,
And I cannot see her safe,
I think to my man Moe,
And I know she's...

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A combined family.
A tricky situation.
One I have managed to avoid and gladly

I have no idea how they do it.
Each thinking the other one’s children
are spoiled.

Keeping their mouths shut
or worse, taking over too soon.
A tricky situation.
One I have gladly avoided...

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I had to learn to be still - it was a hard discipline, for me.
Impatience is my curse, it’s the underbrush fuel of my anger.
Unanswered wishes invited trouble and hours of internal fuss.
Impatience was the sound of panic in an empty room - it was
emotionally...

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