I adjudicated to my dad
The role of a lifetime,
Mom.
The sentence I handed down embroiled,
Year after suffocating year.
Waiting patiently, at the end of my fallacy,
He was not a she.
I created a character that did not exist.
The assigned persona was destroyed.
The fruition hit hard
After all these years.
I see it in their faces,
What was lost in mine.
My children have
Her in me.
Now I know,
I am my own mother.
DoRee MelNic 