He never loved me, <br />though I know how hard he tried. <br />He was a good man, <br />sewn tight with pride. <br />On visits in his final years he cried <br /> <br />Standing at his graveside <br />able at last to say <br />I know <br />you knew <br />how much I loved you <br />anyway.<br /><br />shel cope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/step-father-2/
