My Pastiche Poem

I am now in Literary Genre 1: Comedy and Tragedy. I was supposed to write a pastiche poem. A pastiche poem as explained by my instructor is copying the same number of words per line of a poem you had to read. We were assigned to read 'My Father's Love' by Yusef Komunyakaa. If you would like to read it here's the link My Father's Love.
I had no idea what to write at first, but after Skyping with Debra yesterday and talking about our families I chose to write about April. I'll share the paragraph I wrote to get the the idea and the poem itself. The paragraph and poem are slightly different because the paragraph had too many words. I hope everyone likes it. Please tell me what you think.

Grateful for Mom

Although you never gave birth to me You always treated me like I was your own You were never afraid to tell me how it was or be there to give me advice You’d butt heads with me with no fear You’d tell me when I’d hurt my father’s feelings You taught me what I needed to know no matter how stubborn I was You taught me not to let my disability get the best of me but to get a handle on it Times were not always easy between us But that changed absolutely nothing Because in the end everything you did made me the tough person with morals that I am today I know I left once my father, your husband passed, but I hope you understand that it was because I was just as confused lost and hurt as you were I was lost and confused for a few years but now that I found my niche I would like to get back in touch with you Your lessons and stories have always stayed with me. I constantly find myself wondering how you are doing and I wo der if you think the same about me I know I sent you a letter not too long ago I wonder if you got it and what you thought

Although you never gave birth to me, You

always treated me like I was

your own. You were never afraid to tell me how

it was or be there to

give me advice. You’d butt heads

with me with no fear.

You’d tell me when I’d

hurt my father’s feelings. You taught

me what I needed to know no matter

what. You taught me not

to let my disability get the

best of me. Times were not

always easy between us. But that changed

absolutely nothing, Because in

the end everything you did made

me the tough person

that I am

today, I know I left once

my father, your husband passed, but

I hope you

understand that it was because I was

just as confused lost

and hurt as

you were I was lost and

confused for a few years.

but now that I found my niche

I would like to get

back in touch with you.

Your lessons and stories have

always stayed with me. I constantly

find myself wondering how you are

doing and I wonder if you

think the same about me I know

I sent you a letter not too long ago, I wonder if you got it and what you thought