( a poem I’ve been working on for the sequel to “Becoming Trans-Parent”). I’m thinking of a positive, supportive book of poems. Anna is also writing it with me—her story will probably be written in prose.) this came from the talk we did together when Anna mentioned transgender topics have become a political wedge in our country. )

The Wedge

A political wedge splits us

with divisive rhetoric.

The tension, a rope with splitting strands

ready to snap – each side on the verge

of reeling backward

into the abyss false claims.

I see exhaustion

in your rounded shoulders

in your eyes wet with empathy.

At the end of the day

Breathe, recharge, rest.

You are good and devoted.

Replace the wedge with hope.

Be who you are.

live, and pursue happiness

like everyone else.

Stay true to yourself.

You are always kind

always offering your hand.

Never stop.

And know that I will

always be right here with you.

Best Love,

Your Mama Bear