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To My Dad

Thankyou so much for all you’ve done Dad
Life without you will make me feel sad
I’ll remember you for loving and giving
And for putting up with all of my singing

Thanks for putting a roof over my head
And providing me with a nice comfy bed
At Friendship Club you loved to play scrabble
But a lot of my words they were just babble.

We’re glad that you gave James and I life
We were born through your love for Diana your wife.
You were friends with Margaret for some forty years
She shares with us our sadness and tears.

And now we lay you down to your rest
At the place that we know is the best
In the countryside in the wood
Where I know it will be good.

You’ll have fresh air amoungst the trees
There will be buzzing of the bees
We will be there for a nice walk
With memories that we will share and talk.

And now as we do start to say
Our prayers for you for this sad day
We say goodbye and wish you well
But only for a shortish spell.

One day we’ll see you again once more
In heaven where there is such a store
Of love and hope and faith and peace
A place where we can find release.

Ginette Gibson

Transcendence

She looks in the mirror and wonders, if her face is looking too chiselled today.
She frantically tries to define her cheekbones with even more makeup
Her thoughts seep into a dark chasm of having to go past those builders
who holler transphobic slurs at her.

Would it be easier if she just let the blackness take her beyond existence
so the excruciating pain of her life can no longer harm her?

The man in the mirror looking back with large breasts,
is not the man that he knows inside.
But his family, neighbours and people he meets don’t see
that strong male image he knows he can be.
They see a withered insignificant female mess.

He knows in a spiritual sense he has chosen a difficult path.
One which, is shrouded in pain, ostracisation disrespect and failure.
The shadow looms over him

Like a candle that once flickered a hopeful glow in better times is just snuffed out.
All is dark, the man and woman have succumbed to their torture
and gone over to the event horizon.
Let them not die in vain.

Leo Sumner

Birds on the horizon

With beating wings the birds do fly
As all the seasons pass us by
The eagle soars in skies above
And brings the peace just like the dove
And hail the swift so fast it flies
To the horizon in the skies

Ginette Gibson

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