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Ann Fisher-Wirth: Prayer

Let the mothers rush toward their babies

and wrap their arms around them tight enough

to hold back even the sea if it would harm them.

 

Let the anguish melt from the fathers’ eyes.

This summer, the birds are going crazy with melody

in the jungle of wisteria and privet

 

that shelters my house, and at dawn the air

is fresh—there is sweetness in my life—

But at the border the children are kept in cages.

 

One Christmas Eve when our five were small

they asked to sleep on pallets so they could

be near the tree, these children of divorce

 

who came and went, who were apart from me

for months at a time. I sneaked into the room

just to be near the beloved tumble of arms

 

and legs, just to hear them breathe. That

bodily adoration. One whispered in her sleep,

one held her brother’s toe, and the tree

 

with its shadowy packages loomed over them

in the dark, lit by a slant of light through the door.

When I first learned about war I would

 

lie in bed brute with horror that a man

could tear a baby from its mother’s arms.

That a man could choose to tear a baby

 

from its mother’s arms.

So we see it now, each day,

on the news of the children in cages.


 

Copyright 2018 Ann Fisher-Wirth

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U.S. Border Patrol facility in Texas housing hundreds of children in cages

One comment on “Ann Fisher-Wirth: Prayer

  1. Tricia Knoll
    June 22, 2018

    Thank you, Ann.

    Liked by 1 person

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