Wednesday, March 18, 2020

my mother's crossing


leaning on the salted railing of the Volendam
June 1948  
facing west with weary eyes that have seen it all
looking to start again in Canada
25 years old
refugee

six years of war
movement
upheaval

she will count on the kindness
of near strangers
in a far land

goes down
below deck to create another home
in small berth with
mother and sister

they have left her brother behind
and this is what her mother speaks about
hands wringing
eyes welling

how will three women make it
so far from the familiar
and they all begin to weep with
fear
sadness
relief
anticipation
hope
despair

not knowing the iron
in the spine of all three of them
will see them through

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