Poetry About DACA

The envelope waits unopened on the table. Inside, a life is measured by a date. She learned this country through school bells and summers. Her mothers stories cross another border nightly. Home is not less real because a form expires. Belonging breathes beyond the stamp and signature.

Begin where certainty starts to thin. Inside, a life is measured by a date. The ordinary carries a hidden pressure. Her mothers stories cross another border nightly. We stay until the deeper pattern appears. Belonging breathes beyond the stamp and signature.

The envelope waits unopened on the table. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. She learned this country through school bells and summers. It returns us to migration, childhood arrivals, documents, uncertainty, belonging, family, and the meaning of home. Home is not less real because a form expires. The day continues with a more attentive heart.