Yet it is Still Me
Those same little hands that got into everything
Are still curious about the world around them.
That innocent smile that worked its way out of trouble
Is even more intense today.
The laughter that exploded with every tickle
Runs more deeply because of pure happiness.
It is still me.
My future that you saw while tucking me in
Was not the path laid out for me.
Husband, wife, children to follow
Happiness seldom arrives in a predefined box.
Although I try to make you proud
I learned that I must make myself proud first.
Yet it is still me.
You wished me happy and kind in life
I awake with a smile on my face.
You prayed for peace and joy
I sleep like a child in a mother’s embrace.
You hoped for a long and prosperous life
My soul lives each day in wonder.
It is still me.
Kristin Casey 2014
--to parents who struggle with their child's coming out. Peace.
--dedicated to my parents who shower my wife with love.
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