Gay Daughter

February 8, 2018
Gay Daughter, Gay Daughter
Your parents haven't a clue
They don't know
Why you speak so dearly
Of your "friend"
Why talking of her
Is like you're holding angels
Close to your heart
Why words of her
Are like
Liquid golden dew

You come home on Fridays
Still blushing
Still smiling
The feeling of her hand in yours
Still strong in your head
With snowflakes in your cropped curls
And they have no idea
What you do

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