A Stepfather Walks In His Steps
Poem By Almedia Knight Oliver
Our blood may not have
Mixed to make my babies
Seems by nature our flesh
Defined by love
Our flesh meshed,
breed, and multiplied
Though not the planter
You love my children, still.
The way you love me your kingship prove:
When each child turn to you when life’s too hard to bear
Needing someone’s hands or arms to be there-
Their blood father’s hands long gone to dust, but
Wherever I turn you’re right there, walking in his steps.