June 19, 2018
It has been over a year since I posted anything, but I found myself writing a poem after reading about the 'family separations' that are taking place. I hope it speaks for itself.
AT THE BORDER
I was instructed
not to touch them
except to change
or dress them,
the little ones,
not to touch them
when they wept
and called for mama
and sometimes papa,
cried over and over.
I followed orders
even though it was
hard not to hug
or stroke them
I know the damage
of comfort forbidden.
If and when they are
reunited with families
they will be broken,
I am broken also.
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Your poem is very moving. I feel the same way when I hear about this but you expressed it so well for all of us. Thank you Kay.
Candace
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