I Wonder Where?
I wonder where
I can go to see the
people I hear wailing?
Being of different cultures veils them from me like a wall.
They may think I don’t care for
them at all.
hearts in us are our mothers.
And there are many who
are forced, who gave
away what they could not
and don’t ever pretend it was freely.
Not just I.
Many think we did
what we could but really did not.
And search our country’s past to find
what is a fountain pen blot that
wrote our history books. That which has been anointed
to us as truth. And I cannot find hope in such a spot.
Mother’s Day Mourning
Colleen Schwartz 1997