Step Mom By Choice

Step Mom By Choice
By Breanna Nielson
Written 3/23/2011


I’m a step mom by choice, no one made me do it
After meeting those kids, in my heart I just knew it.

I knew I could love them like they were my own,
And teach them that they would never, ever be alone.

They will always have two houses, two families, and two beds
But they only have one childhood, divorce often toys with their heads.

So let them be little, run laugh and play.
Teach them that when they are sad, it’s okay.

Save them from the big things, like picking a side
No child should have feelings that they are forced to hide.

I’m a step mom by choice, though sometimes it’s hard
No one likes it when someone plays the “You’re not my mom” card.

No, it’s certainly not easy, to be told you‘re not first,
That no matter what you do for them, they will wish it was her.

During those times, it’s easy to want to pick up and leave.
The fact that you can’t makes you feel trapped, with no reprieve.

Sometimes it’s best to put those thoughts away,
Even if it takes a while, they will understand someday.

They will know that you loved them, they will know that you tried.
They will remember the moments that you blessed their lives.

I’m a step mom by choice, and there’s no going back.
As hard as it might be, I know I’m on the right track.

I’ll continue to love them, I’ll continue to care.
Then on a day of importance, maybe they’ll want me there.

My version of I Hear America Singing..

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
The sound of loved ones laughing when they gather near

I hear the way the birds sing and their sweet melodies
I hear the child's quiet prayer and the peacefulness it brings

I hear the song of freedom, a teenager's life after turning eighteen
I hear the song of success by those who follow their dreams

I hear the song the heart makes when finding that one true love
I hear the song the deaf one sings, by actions expressed, not spoken of

These songs are sung in different ways, though they are sung just the same
The song of love, the song of life, the song of freedom, joy, and fame

(an assignment for my High School English Class 2004)

The Truth About Christmas

What does Christmas really mean? What is it all about?
Is it the Christmas carols we sing, or the mistletoe that is hung out?

Is it about Saint Nicholas, or the presents in his sleigh?
Is it the places we go shopping, each and every day?

When you wake up Christmas morning, what are you excited for?
Is it the presents you hoped were left, or the snow outside your door?

Christmas isn't only that.. it is also so much more..
It is about family, and giving to the poor..

Christmas is for kindly deeds, and being near those you love..
It is about forgiveness and thinking of God above.

If it weren't for our loved ones, then what would be the use-
of drinking warm Hot Chocolate, and putting lights up on your roof??

Most of all, we must NEVER forget, the reason this came to be.
God's son, Jesus Christ, was born. A miracle for all to see.

He was born to a virgin mother, and wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Three wise men came to visit him, bringing Frankincense, Myrrh, and Gold.

Think of all he gave for us, it was MORE than just his death.
Jesus gave his entire LIFE, just to help us pass our "test".

So when you think of Christmas, think of those you love on earth.
But also think of Jesus Christ, and the meaning of his birth.
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Heavenly Mother

My mother is there to show me the way
She is there to listen to anything I have to say

She looks down from heaven with care in her eyes
And teaches me to love all those I despise

My mother was there before my life on earth began
She was there to guide me and help prepare my plan

Though I haven't heard her voice, nor have I seen her face
I know she can see the things I do-whether with love or with disgrace

I want to be more like my mom, I want to make her proud
I don't want to see disappointment, or be hidden by a shroud

Though she didn't want to see me leave, she let go for a while
I vow to do my part and make her proud-and return home with a smile

I sit here pondering over things I have done wrong
What would have happened if I had been strong?

Would he not have gone through so much pain?
Suffering like that would drive a mortal insane

To think that he did it all just for me
There is nothing more special, I think we all can agree

It must have been hard for even him to do
Yet when we were in heaven, God said "I choose You"

So down to earth Jesus came, choosing God's will over his own
This was done from his childhood, to the time he was fully grown

There was not one sin committed by him, a perfect man was He
Yet he still suffered pain for all of us, on a rock in Gethsemane

If only I had been stronger, and refrained myself from sin
I pray that I can learn from my mistakes, and become clean once again.

My Guardian Angel (Holy Ghost)

I have an angel watching over me
He sees what no one else can see
He makes me feel good when I choose the right
And helps me rest well when I sleep at night

Sometimes i forget that he is there
And I commit a sin thinking no one will care
But something I realized, when your faith is poor
Those sins will continue to grow even more

Soon you are somewhere you don't think you can get out
But that angel is there, without any doubt
He doesn't go where YOU don't belong
But when you return to him, he will help you become strong

He is only a phonecall away
He will be there whenever you pray

He created all things, everything rests in his hands
Your angel will be there, no questions asked, when you do the things he commands

The Empty Well

The Empty Well

I was stuck in the bottom of an empty well
No one was anywhere around
As hard as I tried to get myself out
I feared I would never be found

There was no hope for me whatsoever down there
With no water, no warmth, no food
I scrambled up the sides, climbing left and right
But falling back down, I feared there was nothing I could do

It was lonely and dingy and dark in that well
I don't know how I got to that place
I made a mistake that didn't seem very big
But mistakes grow still the same

So, I sat myself down and said a prayer
Hoping maybe God would hear
I prayed "I don't know how I got in this mess,
but I need help getting out of here"

I ended the prayer feeling peaceful at first,
Then loneliness filled my heart
Maybe I've buried myself in way too deep
And He is tired of digging me out

Then, all of a sudden, I heard a sound
It was the sound of stomping feet
I just KNEW it was God's answer to my prayer
This was such a miracle to me

I yelled and I yelled, hoping the man would hear
But the stomping sound faded away
I started to feel cold with despair
Feeling it was God's fault I would be here to stay

Then I looked up, my eyes blotchy and red
To see a man dressed in white
He called down to me and asked
My child have you been here all night?

I sobbed and I sobbed, with tears of joy,
and said "Yes! I have been here for days!"
The man threw down a rope, and gently pulled me out
I owed him in so many ways

The man was gone as quickly as he had come
When this rough journey of mine came to an end
I have no doubt in my heart that I knew who He was
He was the Lord, my Savior, my Friend





This poem was written when I was 13 or 14. I woke up in the middle of the night, with thoughts running through my head. So, I got out a piece of paper and just started writing. The entire poem was written in under 10 minutes, and very little changes were made from the original draft. At the time, I couldn't really relate personally to this, but the "need" to write it was very strong..

What It's About...

My thoughts kept me up last night for the longest time.. I kept thinking about the poetry I wrote in High School, and the fact that most of it has never been shared..

While these are very personal, I have really enjoyed re-reading them over the years and remembering the joy I had when writing them. I hope someone else enjoys at least one of them too :)

I also hope this will inspire me to write more, since my life is very different than it was then, so I will have different inspiration.

Please forgive any grammatical errors in advance.. I have an eye for spelling, but its been a while since I've done any editing..