Friday Poetry

Little girls in a boat.
Watching the lady come into view.
Mama with a tight hold on her treasures as they stand by the rail.

Liberty ahead.
Beacon high.
Home ahead.
Full of hope unseen.
Danger ahead.
Social safety nets left behind.

The fast-flowing stream of assimilation
pulls and tugs on the family.
Ties to the old world are stretched as the tide quickens.
Ebb and flow of joining a new society.
Cultural aid societies are pools of refuge.
Help offered by new friends
from the same corner of the map.

Little girls in a boat.
Breathless as the skyline and statue loom closer.