ROUND – A poem from a father about raising his gender creative son

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I’ve walked to your room at night
To check if you are safe
Since birth I’ve found you asleep and growing
Expression of DNA in wait

The beauty of once miniature legs
Now gangly, hang beyond the bed
Your hair, blonde, is now faux hawk
Tonight no trace of pink or purple

The nightgown shortens with every wearing
You will be so tall, your buck toothed smile
Your painted nails, my child, my boy
I gaze in wonder as sleep says it all

by anonymous