Mine (a poem by the evil stepmother)

I admit it, I feared her
becoming the evil stepmother to two
who are not mine by birth
but are every bit a part
of our growing family, of him
(whom I love, and it transfers).
There have been setbacks and strides.
Moments when I’ve second guessed this…
tremendous responsibility of sharing my heart
with those who call another “mom.”
Not wanting to take her place.
Not trying to steal her honor.
But hoping to add something extra
to this parental equation we’ve created.
I’ve faltered sometimes. Revealed many mistakes.
But I’m learning quickly they’re mine.
Maybe not sons from their first,
but hereafter holding part of me.
My heart is opened yet again.

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