Decades from now
they’ll join ancestry.com
hoping DNA matches explain
why they don’t look like their family
why aunts and uncles are hush hush
and still they’ll love their adoptive families
They’ll seek out birth families
that have been looking for years
praying for a miracle
hear their momma died broken hearted
in a barrio just across the border
They’ll be told about concentration camps
that separated children from parents
infants who got “lost” in the shuffle
they’ll be left gasping
like fish out of water
drowning in air
7-24-20
My husband's poetry 
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