Her journey to the other side was set.
Neither one of us had papers,
and I didn't understand why we needed any.
I knew people who came and went
and never mentioned papers at all.
I had papers, plenty of them,
school papers, church papers,
and birth certificate papers.
What other papers would I need and why?
She never talked to me about papers,
neither did dad or siblings.
Grandma crossed the border often, too,
and she never spoke of papers either.
We're going up north, not to another planet.
I crossed the border with someone else's papers.
Mom, however, refused to do the same,
and because of that, her crossing was a nightmare.
She crossed rivers, mountains, and deserts.
Tunnels were not much fun either,
but that was the journey she chose.
Now she sleeps on ‘the other side.’