They won't let me in to see my wife,
or the seeping burns that score her.
Oh! The wish to hold her hand as she fades from life…
I pray it'll soon be over.
And down this loathed hall of white
under harsh florescent lights,
our son struggles to steal a breath.
His heart thuds, drenched in blood,
and sweet face pale as death.
I'm stuck here in the waiting room
where I pray to God for an inch of grace.
Sobbing in this solemn gloom,
I dare not stare at the nurse's face.
I have no right, they say-
pitying looks drift my way.
Because we do not live as they do.
Because my ring is not as gold.
Compared to theirs, my love not as true-
I must do as I'm told.
Curse that car murdered our life-
and the repulsive red light it ran.
And damn the laws and all their strife!
…I wish I'd been born a man.
A/N: Written for an assignment on modern civil rights. Also a celebration of my home state (Iowa) legalizing gay marriage!