
Out​
if i should have a son and one day
he tells me that he’s gay
the first thing i will do is cry because
i never want to be told that
i want to learn that my son is gay when
he’s telling me about a boy on his soccer team and
i notice something new and sweet about his smile
i want to learn that my son is gay when a
boy from his math class comes over to study and
they end up cuddling on the couch
i want to learn that my son is gay at the
supermarket checkout when
he starts flirting with the boy bagging our groceries
i want to learn that my son is gay when
the boy from the skate park arrives on our doorstep
with flowers
i want to learn that my son is gay when he walks into the kitchen
holding a boy’s hand and tells me how
they met at a friend’s place
if i should have a child and one day they
leave the house unsure if they will be welcome back
a tear stained letter left for me to find
ask if i can still love them
think that who they are or who they love is
news that must be gently
gently broken
then the first thing i will do
is apologize
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