The pain of parting …
so much harder …
for the ones
Who aren’t leaving …
Left to linger …
In their grieving.
See the fixed smiles of farewell
And the “God be with you” waves
In the faces and hands
who’ve raised US, to be brave.
As we take those steps,
And board the ship
To the Northern Hemisphere:
A very foreign future …
What is there to fear?
Perhaps the cold ache of racism,
That seeps through flesh into bones,
And leaves our hearts longing
For the faces, for the places
That we’ve always known.
Pam Ski
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