Hurrying to pack up all your stuff in the middle of the night.
All because your Mother and Father are in another abusive fight.
You hear all that yelling and screaming at such a young age.
It feels like a scared dog that's trapped in its cage.
But your Father beating your Mother until she can't take it no more.
I walk out of my bedroom to see her bloody and lying on the floor.
I was only three years old, but these memories still run through my head.
No wonder all my life I told everybody that my Father was dead.
He did nothing to help my Mother with my sister and me.
Mom was always working her fingers to the bone to take care of us three.
Then she met someone who put us all first in his life.
Together they had a baby and he made her his wife.
He has done more for me than my own Father has, and that makes me mad.
But that's why he'll be my Father and you'll always be my dad.
Poem About Son Loving Step-Father Vs. Real Dad
This tells my whole life growing up. I'm now 21 but growing up I watched my dad beat my mom and me but hurt her more than me and now my mom got married about 4 years ago to my step dad. I...
My Father And My Dad
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
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