Step-Mother

Mean Old Step-Mother,
The children say.
But never mentioning,
What Step Mothers pay.

Why in the world,
Can't she let me be?
Instead of making,
Something of me?

I never wanted her,
To be my Mom.
And she never wanted me,
To be her Tom.

Life had a way,
That would not hold.
That honey-dovy talk,
Soon turned cold.

Mean Old Step-Mother,
The children say.
Never once considering,
What Step Mothers pay.


E.P. 1908 - 1989