Sisters, Easter and a Poem

Early on in my transition, through various on-line support groups I “met” many people and there were a few very special ones I felt an affinity with and some, in many places around the world, have become like sisters to me. One such sister is a lady in Sydney Australia named Tara. Over the last couple years she and I have burned up the international phone lines and the Internet and talked for many hours about our unusual lives and families, our passions, hopes, calamities and fears (and our blonde children too). We have had moments of manic talking into the wee-hours and long periods of silence and applying salve to our wounds and though she steadfastly has refused to tell me who would win current sports games and elections here in California, being 19 hours ahead of us (and obviously holding back that “real-time” information), that sister-connection is still there.

Sometimes I am told my writing is good but then every once I am blown away and humbled when Tara sends a poem about being transgender and what it feels like to deal with the pain and the internal anguish of soul and spirit this causes in our lives. Her words are pregnant with emotion and feelings that my words and analytical ways of looking at things could never contain or convey. Below is the latest one she sent me and, as usual, it is very poignant and tells in a moment what many of us carry about in the depth of our souls and can’t find the words to express.

Thank you Tara for being my little sister and pouring out your poetic heart again and for letting me share this here. I still dream of the day we get together, either here or there in the “down-under” and burn down a night or two face to face. You know I love you sis!

OK here we go…

Happy Easter!! (He is Risen and so you can be too). Hugs and Blessings,
Eva-Genevieve!