Maxine Smith

Step Mum

Decieved, divorced, fallen from grace,

Pretty new bride has taken my place 


Rising above and beyond,

While my heart sings broken, lonely songs


Setting my little beauties free,

When they visit their new family, without me


As I lay, feeling empty and alone,

Thinking of her with them, as I await their return home 


My two treasures I never thought I would share,

Finding strength to adjust, il grit and il bear


I guess two mums are better than one,

As long as they remember where they came from