My sister and brother grew up without their dad <br />though they wouldn't admit it, I knew it made them sad <br />Our mom always did the best that she could <br />for she knew he was out of their lives for good <br />It was his choice to stay out of their lives <br />it was the love of his children himself he did deprive <br />Now they are older and off on their own <br />His rejection of them he could never atone <br />out stepdad has been a better father then, their dad could ever be <br />Our stepdad has been our constant our solid oak tree <br /> <br /> <br />written by: Denise Girod 1-18-05<br /><br />Denise Girod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sister-and-brother/
