This was written a few weeks after my father transitioned, not for sympathy but to support the little girl inside yearning to tell her story. Not sure I'm finished with it, but here it is:
Life (for Elizabeth) Original Poem 11/23/14
Your breath became my own and you exhaled life's elixir into my lungs as I was yet being formed
From Whence Cometh My Help…
I don't know why I thought of my grandmother MaryBelle this morning, but her face popped up in my head when I awakened to start my day.
Toni's Room 