I sit in the corner of a Jersey apartment.
Sirens blare while my brother watches in excitement.
Younger than I, he doesn’t notice my concealed face.
As I worry about drunk parents finding this place.
My Grandma walks over with porcelain cups.
Curiosity doesn’t end as I go to reach up.
A breath to tame the heat while I greet this concoction.
This elixir of water, sugar and Lipton.
Simple by design, yet tricky to master.
No longer thinking “how long this’ll last for?”
Final I sip, embracing my Grandma’s gesture of faith.
Who needs comfort food when there’s Tea to die for?
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson4 days ago in Pride
Comments (1)
"This elixir of water, sugar and Lipton." - uhhuh! Also love your subtitle. Good poem!