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POEM: Unanswered Questions

Unanswered Questions

So many of my elders died
before I knew who I was.
Is that a loss or a blessing?
Could I have explained to Grandma
(who never liked my triangle pendant)
that I was no longer her grand-son
but instead her grand-something-else?
Would the Franciscan friar
who christened me “Jaybird”
have thought, to himself or aloud,
that a queer mouse must burn?

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20 September 2025
Charlottesville VA

for I.F. Gonzales

Published in Family My poems Poem-A-Day 2025 Poetry

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