Control and poetry

1. Across the border
2. listen, wait, did the guard call your name, or was it in your head?
3. Beyond the border gate you see the new land, the new place you would now call home.
4.You hear your mother cry out your name, but she was lost amongst the many crowds of migrants all sharing the same desperation to escape the country.
5.Between the heads of the many people you see your mother, huddled into the small space of the border gate and your two sisters.
6. You begin to barge your way through the immense amount of drenched, damp men and women, you find your mother, knee hight, crying at the lost of her daughter.
7. Within a flash you leap into your mothers arms,