The Quiet Stepmom [a poem]

By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor

You aren’t in the frames
But you’re the one behind the lens
Not always at the starting gate
But cheering at the end

Your step-kids cannot see at first
You’re here for their own good
They only see you in the spot
Where once their mother stood

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