Don't Hate Me So

Don't hate me so because I was the one left behind.
You were left behind as I and hate can be so unkind.
Let us both pick up the pieces of our broken hearts.
We have to go on living and can't be like sour tarts.
We can remember the good times and less of the bad.
She was your mother but my wife; Yes, it was sad.
Survivors have to stick together; Life can be so cruel.
But to take it out on each other makes us both a fool.
We are the broken pieces that have to be repaired.
We both loved your mother and glad we have shared.

To my stepdaughter, Becky