How It Came About

As she slipped into the twilight,
transitioned to Depends,
gradually gave up
wearing a bra, make-up,
scarves and jewelry,
released herself from
her favorite talk shows,
movies, visits to the courtyard
to sit in the company of birds,
buds, branches and bark,
and then her beloved reading---
I, at last, had compassion for her
for I had transitioned, too.
I had built myself a house
with a firm foundation,
well-insulated, aesthetically pleasing,
a place from which I could care for her
and finally release our past.
One day she said,
The best thing I ever did was
have a daughter!