Stepfathers are no less than those of blood:
The spirit is more comely than the flesh.
Equally, two mysteries might mesh,
Paired by nature or by neighborhood.
Fathers are defined by how they love,
And not by how they multiply or breed.
Though you did not supply the primal seed,
How you’ve loved me does your kinship prove.
Each child must turn when life’s too hard to bear,
Regarding someone’s arms or empty air.
So do I turn, and always you are there.
Author: Unknown
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