My second Mom
(2013)
This is a poem for the lady I call my second mom.
She is ALWAYS there if I need to talk.
My real mom hardly ever says anything about the bullies who mess with me but Shilpa,My second mom, Always does. She is proud of my poetry while to my birth mom, I stand in my brothers shadow. He graduated top of his High school class while this year my grades are D's and C's. She never talks about my poetry and hardly ever reads it even when I ask her to read my newest 20 or so poems of the week.
Shilpa however asks if she can read a newest poem whenever she thinks of it
She may not be my birth mom, But shilpa Mehta will forever be my second mom and I will forever call her Mum