Meet me where the truth resides. Meet me at real history. Wallowing in make believe just creates a soggy sty. Meet me at fond memories. Meet me in a warm embrace. I know I can’t control you, but do not make me try. Meet me in a newfound space. Meet me in pure confidence. I will always love you, child, even though you make me cry.
Lovely poem! I'm going to save it in my computer file of my favorite poems from other authors.
I'm a poet too, and I've written three "trans-skeptical" poems now, but didn't manage to achieve the tenderness that you have in this poem.