Poetry

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.