I knew I had to do it,

have a talk with Mom and Dad;

about my sexuality,

I had to share it all.

I sat them bout right down,

they were bout nervous, I could see.

In my slow Eastern drawl,

I told them all about me.

I stuttered and I stammered,

I think I cried a little too:

as I poured out my heart,

I felt it was the right thing to do.

They both listened and were quiet

and I woudered what they were thinking.

when Dad pulled out a bottle

and said I think we need to do some drinking.

He said, you see........

we've been wanting to talk to you too.

We just didn't know quite how,

we didn't have a clue.

But now, see here daughter, it goes something like this......

Your Mom used to be a mister.......

and I used to be a miss.

As you can well imagine,

I didn't know what to say.

I took a drink,

then a deep breath,

afterall.......

WE ARE FAMILY!!!!!!!!