Poetry

June 11, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Peg Hunter photo

 

By

Lianne Kamp

 

 

 

Now That We Have Traveled This Far

 

 

I will love you above border walls and

beyond where my voice can reach you

I will ache for you when the weight

of your body rests in someone else’s arms

 

I will chant your name in my prayers

calling to you through the silence

long into the nights when the years

have erased me from your memory

 

I will picture you taller, stronger, and

safer in a country that can never

understand what has been broken

for so little as a whisper’s hope

 

that you might be whole

 

 

 

 

In response to ‘Down on the border: a new trail of tears‘ in the Boston Globe

 

 

 

 

 

Lianne Kamp

I came to Boston many years ago to write poetry.  Although I never abandoned poetry altogether, life had different plans for me. I have rediscovered the importance of writing and over the last year have been published in a number of Prolific Press journals. Mainly, I write poetry to make my world more panoramic by watching it more closely.

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