Her silken tresses were tied neatly in a braid
Graceful was the swag with which she swayed
Glitters and sparkles were mystifying her gaze
Freedom from doubt dazzled her glorious blaze

Walking down the ramp she looked O’ so lovely
Crowd clapped and cheered going totally crazy
Trust me, in the show, she was a sight to behold
My eyes welled up, no more tears they could hold,

Reminisced the days of raising this beautiful child
Everything usual till the preferences were confined
“Until the end of time I would be your upholder”, I said,
When my son chose to become and live like a daughter instead!

✍️©️®️ Vandana Oke