Step Mother

It's not because she's not my mother
And not because I called her mother
It's not because she was the other
And my birth was by another

It's not because of what we shared
Well aside the rod she never spared
Or the scars that portrayed her care
It's not like her memories were blurred

It's not like she chose to pamper
A rivals son who ruined her slumber
Or wished for an extra adventurous number
It's not like she was the  kindest member

But it's like she acted the part mother,
A lot more worse than the other
After all she wasn't just any other
And she wasn't going to pretend to be another

It's like because of what we shared
She can't just watch the rod be spared
Until scars were visible to portray she cared
And became the very memory that never blurred

It's like she promised to love and pamper
A rivals son till he ruined her slumber
As she had always wanted an adorable number
Because she was the kindest member

It's not like I judge her now
Neither do I admire her brow

But it's like once she had the chance
She became the first to change the dance

MY STEP-MOTHER

Pampanaa