My daughter asks me why her new school is better.
It’s not better I say, only different.
It turns out that I’m struggling with separation
Just as the world reels from the injustice
Of forcible separation of mother and child.
My heart and guts wrench
Every day that I drop her off
Somewhere new and unknown
Knowing I’ll see her again
And her spirit will be lifted
Changed by her experiences in a new environment.
I am given no receipt for my child
Not shackled, chained, and caged
But still my heart bleeds
To think of her
Frightened and alone
Despite the smiling pictures of her I receive
That assure me all is okay.
These are my problems,
My current situation.
Feeling torn from my child
When I don’t know the meaning of it.
When I haven’t walked and traveled in the hot sun
For months at a time
Fleeing danger and persecution
Atop beastly speeding trains
Clutching her like my own possession in the world
Which, she is,
When it comes right down to it.
The only thing I really have is my family.
The people I love.
When pockets are emptied at the border
And lives and loves are torn apart.
All you have is the hope to be reunited.
And even though I know I will be
My heart dances in pain
Until I see her again.