I sent an e-mail into the electronic ether
Telling who I truly am.
I waited. Day one, day two.
What would be the answer?
Love? Hate? Indifference?
I saw the reply was there, sequestered among the spam.
I was at work and I couldn't dare,
Either way, tears would come, I knew.
I thought, I wondered, I dreamed.
Not much more work done that day.
I read the reply at home with my heart laid bare.
The young man had received and answered,
"Dad, I am proud of you, you have
My support all the way."
My tears were encumbered with joy.
