Tuesday 19 November 2019

November Blues (November 7, 2019)

Wednesday
November 13, 2019
Fourteenth anniversary
Of my rebirth
As Therisa.

Wish
I could say
It's a pain-free procedure
For everyone involved.

Knowing
These scars are
Open seeping wounds
That'll never heal.

Mom
Uncomfortable acknowledging
My changed status
From son to daughter.

She doesn't write
"Therisa"
In cards sent.

Never admit
Fear rules her
When I see her eyes.

Or excuses made
Whenever
Mall shopping
Is suggested.

Not asking her
To accompany me
Buying lingerie.

Rather
A winter coat
Or jeans.

Given mom's age
Of 80 years old.

Can't wait
Holding my life
In a stalling pattern.

Wasting time
On an off chance
She'll change
Her mind.

Sadly
What should be
My happiest day
Is my saddest.

Therisa © 2019  

Author’s note: Relationships are a two way street. Unfortunately, my mom can’t meet me in the middle.

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