This is my #nothaiku poem of just now, spontaneous effort to express my gender now... Might try and make it into a visual poem next...
She leaches it out of me
My mum, my daughter, my soul-mate
The constant being there-ness
Call maternity forth
Whatever that is – moral guidance?
Hey, Mum? Hey, Sweetheart?’
Re-membering the past
When my dad called ‘Hey, Son?’
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