CHERRY BLOSSOM DREAM
I had a cherry blossom dream
Filled with silver poppies
Blowing ants in the wind
On a horse shoe driveway
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Daisies as a carpet
Along the garden beds
Smiling down at me
As I lay along the lawn.
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A steadfast tree trunk
Inscribed with my name
Eucalyptus smells
Drop like raining leaves
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A hydrangea buffet
To line the walkway
A gender reveal
Hues of pink and blue.
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A bougainvillea archway
That steps to my wish
Where my silver heart
Lives again in my dreams.
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Read this poem with the song in the background that plays in my head when I think of the silver haired man who shaped my entire life in the home I miss more than my childhood.
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Love is in the air by John Paul Young.
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We miss you Poppy, especially your dancing in the lounge room with Nanny to ‘Love is in the air’ 💔🌸
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Thanks for reading 🕊️
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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
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