These incidents happened back in the sixties, when crossdressing was considered as being gay and being gay was against the law.
I think we all want our parent’s love; I know that they loved me, but what did they think? Was that why my mother always worried about me? Did she fear that I might be gay? These are questions that have been with me all my life.
When she was dying, I wrote this poem…
The QuestionYou never asked.
I always wondered.
But, I never asked.
It was our little secret.
The question unasked.
Little things that let me know that you knew.
But never asked.
The little hints here and there.
But the question remained unasked.
Hints just loud enough for my ears.
Oh, I always wondered about the question unasked.
Would our love survived.
What would it have been like with the question asked?
What might have been if you asked?
What might have been if I asked?
This was crossed posted from my blog, "Diana’s Little Corner in the Nutmeg State"