The closet in the room once held the dresses Zack refused to wear

Of course, he was a little girl then

but had I known then what was going on,

he could have been spared some amount of grief

 

Once he opened the closet in our bible-belt situated house

I couldn’t get him out of here fast enough

college and graduate school were elsewhere

 

The closet is now filled with gifts from his baby shower

and I will take them to him when I drive out for a visit next week

Friends ask what he is now that he’s a mother

He’s Zack until he tells me otherwise, I say

 

He’s still Zack