you weren't held in these arms;
and though I'm just your father's wife,
I've come to know your charms.
'Twas other hands, it was not mine,
that felt your childlike touch.
It wasn't me who held you near...
but I love you just as much.
It wasn't me who brushed your tears,
and wiped your pain away.
It wasn't me that watched you grow,
though I'm proud of you today.
I wasn't there for Sunday walks,
or to watch your childhood games.
I wasn't there to see those things...,
but I miss them just the same.
I wasn't there for late-night talks,
I never held your hand.
But the light you've brought into my day
has made my life more grand.
I may be just your Father's wife,
and Mother never be...
but I know I couldn't love you more,
if you were part of me.
- robyn corum 2/2012