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Rock it, girl, rocket
Was it fantasy or make- believe,
those days as our son?
The photos and memories
we no longer keep in view
Karate belts and medals,
collections of shiny stones
Pictures from Prom -
her dress
and your tux
scattered remnants
Of a life
Detached from the present
They're strewn amongst boxes
These memories and more
I didn't see
a "feminine" child
I didn't see
what you might call a clue
Though I don't have to grok it,
I want you to rock it
And I just accept it
I do
I really do.
I hope that you find
your light again
or the light
we thought we saw
Your eyes now show
you are mired
in challenges
only you can face
You as young woman
who only now can
be our daughter
Be she
Be who you are
We are here behind
and beside you
Can't wait to see
those smiles
and finally know
they hide no lies
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