At Sunday dinner, won’t respond to Her
She glares at me and turns away
Her words echo loud: My Truth And So Proud
Caught the edict, but you’re not two
Star the right calls and redden all the flaws
Years of papers I’ve reviewed
To switch function words goes against my concerns
Change at this age, there is that too
My daughter, your mom, touches a marked arm
No look, but shows support all the same
She’s joined you on your journey to explore
Selves and what dwells past all the pain
I’ll take their offer to embrace all colors
Move and improve like they need
Reimagine them, thought pink but born plum
Aware and I care, I do see you
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