family separation
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I hope you’re laughing. I hope your knees are grass-stained, Your shoes are caked with dirt, And your faces ache From smiling too much. I hope you stay up too late, Catch fireflies in your hands, Tell stories that make no sense, And believe this summer Will last forever. I hope you’re making memories. God…
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They call it a custody battle. But battles have finish lines. This feels more likeHolding my breathFor weeks that become months,Waiting for strangersTo decide pieces of our lives. I wake each morningStill their mother.No ruling can change that.No courtroom can eraseThe years stitched into my heart. Some days hope is loud.Some days fear sits beside…
Between Bruises and Blooms 