This poem celebrates those who find a way to be both trans* and a parent. It is based on something I heard last year, which was lovely. This year is my first such day, and I hope one day I might read it as my own.
I couldn’t find a card
so I drew this flower instead
and wondered if we should
switch to Mothers’ Day.
No. You’re Dad, this is yours and
I never knew your breasts.
Which I still can’t understand
but I do like your dress.
Shall we go out then?
It’s your day, not any day
and I still love you and nothing
changes me from daughter.
Let’s just remember I’m your girl.
Let’s play Daughter’s Day to celebrate
the one who fathered, nurtured, cared
and loved me into who I am.
That’s what we are.
What we always shall be.
Here, I bought you this necklace.
It’s very pretty, don’t you think?
2012 © Andie Davidson
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