Wandering journey

Lost frightened  

A crowd around her  

Some just curious others supportive  

Two anxious eyes searching for safety  

I don’t know how I found myself among them  

Asking her in a calm voice hiding a beating heart  

Are you lost?  

In a terrified voice, she answered  

Yes, yes, yes  

I took her hand… She surrendered to me  

In my miserable attempts to calm her  

We walk together towards the unknown  

Voices calling me saying the police are the solution  

I nod my head  

My hand will not leave hers until she finds her family  

What is your name, little one?  

Angel  

Who are you here with?  

My mother and my aunts  

We walk and walk and she forgets for a while  

Then she remembers and goes back to the screaming  

Mom, I want mom  

I understand beautiful, we will find her  

We are only meters away from the police  

I don’t want to leave her alone  

*****  

I did not reach my fourth spring when I got lost in the middle of the legs  

I was holding my mother’s gown  

To find myself alone  

The police station was my shelter  

The search journey took hours  

They thought they found me, but no way  

That day I wore a mask of courage in the midst of a world of strangers  

******  

She left my hand towards a forty-year-old woman  

Her relatives gathered around me between the questioner and the thankful  

My eyes see no other  

Are you happy…she answered yes  

I want a goodbye kiss  

Blush cheek kiss  

*****  

While holding her hand, she was the one who held mine  

That day, she brought me back home after a decades-long wandering journey 

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