Mothers and children separated at the southern border. Some never found each other again.


broken wristband

Broken wristband
An aching tether to a daylight
Of sun drenched shade
And soft green grass
China blue eyes holding
Yours in infant adoration
Gone now in jagged shards
Shattered by the guards
Cold comment
She’s somewhere
We don’t know where
This wristband has her
number as yours
We found it broken
On the ground
She’s among the mass of infants
Held away from mothers
Taken at the border
She’s somewhere
We don’t know where




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-17 at 19:12

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2020-03-10


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
In a few well-chosen words you conveyed the human cost of political policy, such as it is. Bravo.
2020-02-18


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
A harrowing reality, and a superlative poem. One that I devoutly wish had not been necessary.

Thank you for your witnessing.
2020-02-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This packs a punch, as it should.
2020-02-17