A poem about gender disappointment by an Ingender mom
I am a mother,
Who has dreams I'm afraid may not come true,
I dream of the day
Of holding a bundle of pink or blue....
Maybe I'm dreaming of pink,
A daughter who could one day be,
A strong but soft woman
A newer version of me....
Maybe I'm dreaming of blue,
A son to be strong, but kind,
A sweet little boy,
To grow into a good man in time...
So please don't judge me,
Or these feelings I can't change,
They may seem unknown to you,
Bad or strange.....
Please keep in mind,
Even if I'm not given my dream,
I carry a love within me
That may be unseen...
I will love my child,
Boy or girl,
And I will hold and kiss them just the same,
And they will be my world...
Even though I'm disappointed,
It's not with what was given to me,
It's disappointment for a world,
That I might never be blessed to see....