Stepfather
When you first met my mother,
There was no way to know,
That over time I’d love you, too.
As years would come and go.
I never dreamt the closeness.
That I feel, now…towards you.
Would ever really come to be.
That you’d be kind and true.
And though we’ve had our trials,
As families always do.
I’ll be fovever grateful,
For the friend I found in you!
~ Genie Graveline
