I left the house without a word.
My next memory is leaving.
My daughter and I were put on an airplane
To be reunited with my husband.
All I remember is buckling myself into my seat.
Memories don't return for a long time.
Most of this time is black in my mind.
There are no memories
Because there was no hope.
I can be a throw away
But how can my babies
Be so trivial
That they too, are dismissed.
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