A Poem for Pop

A Poem for My Stepfather who always stood by me

Your seed was not planted in the womb that bore me
Yet, that does not make you any less my real father
Nor does it make me any less your loving son
Nobody besides us will ever really know or understand
That love that comes from someone who is not blood
A love that comes from the spirit within, breaks boundaries
You never abandoned me despite all the trouble I wrought
Whilst the seeds that…