For Me, Two Mothers Aren't One Too Many

For me, two mothers aren't one too many: One's for real, and one's for other things. Remember: there are those who haven't any, Missing their one chance at angel's wings. You're the one most free to mother me, Giving without worrying I'll be spoiled. Often my real mother "has to see," Dreading I might get my future soiled. More than just an aunt, what's in your heart Opens doors within where I can go To learn the difficult and gentle art Happiness embraces those who know. Each moment that you love me makes me whole: Rare is she who can so grace a role.