WHO CAN I TELL?

WHO CAN I TELL? A poem by a South Australian Mother. Who can I tell that my child is Gay? Oh, My God what will they say? Telling my friends about my son, I knew I just could not tell just anyone. I had to pick the time and the place, And openly tell them face to face. My heart would be scared and skip a beat inside, As I tried to explain, yet wanting to hide. Who can I tell? Who will accept me as I am? Boy it must be hell on my young man. To keep a secret deep in ones soul, For society says being Gay is not whole. Who can I tell? Who can I tell? For young Gay people it must be hell As who can I tell my story to, Who can I tell? Will it be you? Will you still accept myself and my son? Or do you want to just leave and run? Run from the truth of another human being, Like it is never to be heard or never to be seen. Well I will tell you now and it is up to you, To my son and myself I have to be true. If you do not accept myself and my son, Our friendship is over, over and done. Because my son did not choose to be this way, Nature’s genes are what makes human beings Gay. So believe it or not it is up to you, My son comes first and to him I am true. True to him as any Mother can be, My son is GAY, HAPPY, REAL and FREE. by Pamela D.V.W. 1994. BEING GAY. My young son came to me one day, He looked at me and said nervously, Mum I am Gay. I looked at him, hugged him and smiled, I always knew he was a special child. My only child and he is Gay, What do you think I would say? Well it was hard to assimilate at first, For mothers have great dreams for their children at birth. To grow up be happy, and marry some day, So as I could have grand kids to take out to play. So my dreams as a mother were not to be, I was just so glad my son was at last free. Free to be with his own kind, So as his mother I do not really mind. To know my son is true to himself, Not trying to be somebody else. To teach other people is now my mission in life, TO UNDERSTAND HOMOSEXUALITY AND THAT IT DOES NOT MEAN STRIFE. My son being Gay has brought me so much joy now that he is free, He will always be the most courageous and precious son to me. Yet 1 year after I wrote this my son divorced me and IO have had not contact for 15 years Pamela D.V.W. 1995