A Mother’s Day (a poem)
I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.
I am not like them.
I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.
I am not like them.
Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.
Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.
filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring
“It is what it is” applies to:
…a rainy day.
…when you forget the lyrics to a song.
…getting a hole in your sock.
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.
Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.
We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine