For Sue

In memory of a friend who learned to love again. True story but it is not mine.

 

For Sue

 

 

 

I don’t remember my real mum she died when I was two,

Dad said, for many years he didn’t know what to do.

Then he found a new love, I remember when I was eight

And that it was the first time for my party, he was late.

 

I know I didn’t like her but I don’t remember why

And each time daddy held her; I always seemed to cry.

A pain grew deep inside me, a burning pain, so strong,

He’d forgotten all about my mum and to me that was so wrong.

 

They sat me down and told me that my pain hurt them too

And they understood I felt this way, because their love was new.

She said, she won’t replace my mum, and that now it was my move.

They said they wished to marry and hoped I would approve.

 

For a whole week I worried not knowing what to do

Until I asked, "If you marry dad is it alright to call you…Sue?"

She smiled, and then she held me one hand caressed my hair,

She hugged me very close, and said "You know, I think that’s fair."

 

Dad and Sue are married now, and Sue stays home all day.

Each day when I come home from school Sue is never far away.

In my early teens she taught me about the facts of life

She soothed my fears of growing up and of being some man’s wife.

 

Sue may be my stepmother but time with her is fun

I know I learned to love her and now I call her…. Mum.

 

 

ã Copyright jen-JG 15^th July 2008

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Anything you wish to say - Honesty is good.

Reviews

[cyanskye]

Very beautifully written,Jen. I love the rhyme; not just in the words themselves but in their lyrical quality as well.

[Emily Rose]

Awww that's really sweet. The lilting rhyme scheme does wonders for it, too. You build a fabulous story with your poetry - I like the way it builds up to the poignant ending. You really capture you friend's story well!

[BrightEyes]

This is so sweet - I like the rhyming here, it adds to the sense of this coming from the POV of a child more than an adult - Step-moms get a bad rap it seems. No one seems to talk bad about Step Dads as much though lol. I enjoyed this - especially the transformation that occurs as the child realizes how much love a heart can hold.