I am not a parent of a trans-identified child/adult. However, I am a mother of three small children. Please accept an offering of a poem. I don’t have first-hand familiarity with today’s ”trans world” or what many of you have gone through.

This poem is about innocence. I am sure that this-joy giving force is still there in you and your children/adults….. even if it is being covered, buried or even tortured by all sorts of nonsense and horrendous things. I hope you can still feel it. The killers of joy can never succeed.

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To a thief everyone is a thief
The thief would not believe anyone
Is innocent
Not even a child

In compulsive jealousy
He will deny and destroy
Stamp out, silence
That power within

He desecrated and sold
How can others contain
that source of joy he destroys
In himself

But children are abundant
Open
Brimming full
Of a power
foundational to the whole universe

Without which
All values that would be called good
Collapse
like a house of cards

Into an abyss
Destroying
The very foundation
On which they stand