Stacey had decided
To dress up
For her 13th birthday
Wearing the new dress
Mom had given her
As a birthday present.
Running her hands
Down the side of
The pale blue dress
As they waited
For Jane to exit the car.
Scared
Yet excited
By being in public
For the first time
As a young girl.
Stacey's hands were sweating
From her nervousness
But it was too late
To back out now.
Linking her right arm
Around mom’s left arm
As the three of them
Entered the restaurant
Where they always
Went for birthday celebrations.
Dad was already there
And had been seated
By one of the serving staff.
At first
He didn’t recognize
His youngest child
Stuart/Stacey.
As Jane had taken the time
To show her
How to properly apply make-up
Another gift from mom.
“Jack
Before you get angry
And do something extremely stupid
You need to know
We have two daughters now.”
Mom laid the law
In an icy voice
Brooking no argument
From dad.
“Not in my home
Will I allow my son
To be turned into a sissy
By you and Jane!”
He bitterly retorted
Walking out of the restaurant.
“Am sorry
You had to experience this
Stacey”.
Mom placed her arms
Around a sobbing Stacey
Trying to consolidate
Her youngest daughter.
Unknown to Stacey and mom
Jane had brought
A long box
Wrapped
In feminine birthday paper
Into the restaurant.
“Here you go
Sis.”
A huge smile
Was painted
On Jane’s face
Matching Stacey’s.
As she handed Stacey
Her birthday present
One of her porcelain dolls
From her collection.
Knowing full well
The impact her words
And gift
Would have Stacey
And the rest of the family.
But she did not care
As long as Stacey
Was happy.
Being
Who she is:
A young woman
Blossoming
Into her own.
Therisa © 2011
Author's note: The sixth part of six, from a poem taken from my poetic morgue.
