The man held aloft a new denture,
The spoils of his adventure,
In the room underneath,
Was a man without teeth,
In the old peoples home of dementia.
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Michael Darvall
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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 (3)
Ugh. I remember reaching into a cupboard at high level once when cleaning out a relative's house and discovering a set of false teeth. Not the nicest surprise! Loved your limerick!
Loved this humorous take! Looking forward to more writing from you
😂 I feel like I shouldn't have laughed, but this is funny!