<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Stepmother (for Edgar Andrade Baguio)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my stepmother first came, her eyes were sharp and bright as little<br>knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other - she was the victor.<br>Although my father was still alive, I felt orphaned, depressed and alone, <br>crying by myself, grew up alone. In the first year of peace, everyone drifted.<br>My father went out - returned with gray hair. I have my father to compensate<br>me for the loss of my childhood. Sometimes vague envy found father sitting<br>in silent expectation...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A decade goes by. My stepmother is still as beautiful as at first, though older.<br>She returns to ask my father to forgive her mistake: My half sister has<br>another half sister. My heart was no longer jealous - I only felt sorry for my<br>half sister, who was really too young... I hoped she would not find herself<br>once more on a tipping wagon. My father died, rain poured down in the<br>courtyard. My tears gleaned some contentment: Mother and father together<br>now, forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After that she aged quickly, solitary, silent as a shadow, her eyes no longer<br>sharp as knives. When my son entered the world, she was the first to carry<br>him, she who changed him the first time, placed him in the gently rocking<br>hammock. My half-sister asked her mother, only half-joking, Will you favor<br>my first child this way? Lullabies contain no riddles and tears run down<br>forever. My stepmothers silent eyes smiled brightly when my son threw<br>himself into her arms: 'Grandma! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>- Thanh Nguyen's narrative poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491135" data-title="My Stepmother (for Edgar Andrade Baguio) de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="When my stepmother first came, her eyes were sharp and bright as little knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other - she was the victor. Although my father was still alive, I felt orphaned, depressed and alone, crying by myself, grew ..."></div> </div> </div>

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