Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Lovely Son Gone?
When reading “Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?” by Iza Trapani to our grandson, I was struck by the similarities to our son’s estrangement. Below is a revision with the same happy ending we long for and the cycle we so often see.
Oh, where, oh where has my lovely son gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his hair grown long and his life cut short,
Oh where, oh where can he be?
Perhaps I shouldn’t have questioned him when
He said he was not my son.
But I had to stand for what’s right and wrong.
And abide true to the One.
His feelings must have been terribly hurt.
His heart was filled with dismay.
So he grabbed his phone and his laptop too,
And then my son ran away.
He took a ride with an internet friend.
New life he thought he could live.
But he never left the distress he had found,
And not one aid did it give.
“I think I’ll go to Seattle,” he said,
“And live to my heart’s content.”
He lost his grip on this slippery slope.
On down that deep hole he went.
So next he thought he would live in the ‘net.
He’d spent much time there before.
But a giant wave knocked him off his feet,
And kept him far from the shore.
“I’d rather not face the world out there.”
“It’s warm and peaceful in here.”
But it kept him within a dark cold life.
Which gave his parents a scare!
“A transgender life is the answer,” he heard.
“A life that could be great fun.”
But the crowd he chose pitched him in the dirt.
Our son just longed to be done.
“I’m tired,” he said. “This life is a trap,
How snug I thought I would be.”
But he didn’t know how to find his way out,
Or leave this bad company.
By now my dear son was hungry and weak.
The sun was setting so low.
He longed to eat and he longed to sleep,
But had no place he could go.
And then he thought of his warm, loving home,
The place he most wished to be.
With a clear new view and a joyful heart,
He ran right back home to me.
What rough adventures my lost son has had,
While roaming so far away.
Though he learned a lot and is wiser now,
I think he’s come home to stay.
This is the real story of young "mtf" males. Not the mouthy, perverted actors & clowns the "right" puts on display to ridicule gender dysphoria but kind, sensitive & often wise to the wickedness of this world on a level, yet ironically trapped in its deception. Our boys deserve the same sympathy as females, and maybe more because as males, I'm guessing they're less likely to desist or de-transition (if we have research on this, please link). Praise the Lord your dear son came home. I and too many others patiently wait with broken hearts.
Thank you for giving us some hope.