K10ishWe have fun, we laugh, we play, and we love
For almost 2 weeks I am off the shelf.
Then, the new toys come.
And I go back on the shelf.
Tossed to the side.
I can’t compare.
I watch from afar
As the new toys easily distract my mate.
And he gives all his time and attention
his hugs, his kisses, his laughs, his love -
To the new toys.
I feel glad and I feel sad.
And mad at myself for being envious.
He seems happier with the new toys.
Asleep in one of their beds
the new toy is warm and cozy.
I sleep alone
On the shelf.
Then Monday comes and the toys go to school.
I feel as though I lost time with him -
And he gained more than I.
I chase the thought away
and swallow my pride.
Old toys can’t compare -
and never will.
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wow your poem was amazing I almost cried…
Hug, hug, hug. You need love and attention, too.
Thanks for your thoughtful writing — and for your comment on my website. I appreciate it.
Rod Smith
Girlie, you know my thoughts are with you. I know this is hard. And I’m curious as to the reaction of the post. It was beautifully written and I worry that you too are being treated as if you don’t matter. You shouldn’t have to sleep alone. Especially with how much you contribute as a stepmother to the children. We need to have another heart to heart chat online. Watch for me.
I felt that way when I first met my SO and his kids. It was bizarre getting used to our time alone alternating with time that revolved around the kids. It’s as unhealthy for us as it is for the kids, the minimal time with their father, the back and forth, the sense of limited time. Instability, all around.