T r a n s parent
I would dance with the devil on the head of a pin.
I would brush his hair.
Smooth the wrinkles from his bed.
Caress his cheeks.
If it would make your life’s journey easier, my child.
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Beautiful
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Clever and endearing!
Beautiful poem, Wendy
I got nothing but
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Another important statement from the pen of a new-found Poet!
I think the best we can do is let our children know we will always be their non-judgmental shoulder to cry on. This poem gets to the heart of parenthood. Well done!