Spring arrived; I planted seeds, among my old ancestral fields. I labored under wind and rain; my eyes ablur, my spirit strained. One year, a sunflower sprouted forth, the golden sunshine of my youth. Although it aimed to reach the sun, it could not end what was begun. Surprised, one spring, some wildflowers grew, dainty bells of pink and blue. I fertilized their barren clay, and sheltered them from winter’s rage. I sprinkled on them tears of love, but weeds attacked their nascent buds. The pink blooms were the first to fall. I feared the fate that would befall my gentle sprouts, so wracked with needs. A border made to block the weeds was quickly set in place to save my precious petals from their grave. Each dawn and dusk, I linger still, and I compassionately till the clods of earth that stunt their growth. I battle thorns with nail and tooth. But many days, intent to die, I fear my flowers cease to try. With failing hope, I’m going mad. All I want now is what I had.
That is very sweet of you to say. I wrote this poem closer to the beginning of our five-year journey. Thankfully, I believe our daughter is beginning to wrest herself free from the grips of the gender ideology cult. We have had to homeschool her and provide plenty of therapy. It has not been easy, but our tough choice to protect our daughter from herself and others is finally paying dividends.
What a blessing to hear your daughter is freeing herself from the gender ideology cult. I’m so happy for you both. I, and so many others, wait in hope.
That is so true Linda. These weeds can kill an otherwise healthy plant. Standing against this ideology in my liberal culture in the Chicago suburbs has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
It’s heartbreaking to think about what inspired you to write. Beautiful & eloquent it is a gift to the reader.
That is very sweet of you to say. I wrote this poem closer to the beginning of our five-year journey. Thankfully, I believe our daughter is beginning to wrest herself free from the grips of the gender ideology cult. We have had to homeschool her and provide plenty of therapy. It has not been easy, but our tough choice to protect our daughter from herself and others is finally paying dividends.
Praying for you, so glad to read this🩵🙏❤️
That is good to know. Many move on understandably, so thank you for sharing & offering hope to those still navigating this journey & feel trapped.
What a blessing to hear your daughter is freeing herself from the gender ideology cult. I’m so happy for you both. I, and so many others, wait in hope.
You struck a cord of dissonance into the lies with this! But not just weeds with thorns... poisonous invasive species!
That is so true Linda. These weeds can kill an otherwise healthy plant. Standing against this ideology in my liberal culture in the Chicago suburbs has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
This is wonderful. You nailed it
Thank you for your encouraging feedback. As parents, we need to stand in solidarity and help each other.