❤️THANK you for not giving up on me and my son! I love you all so very much. ❤️

Here is a poem for you:

ICE Dream
2018

ICE moved my son today,
leaving no address.
I sat with my phone and my screen,
a steady point in the center of the storm.

ICE a déplacé mon fils aujourd’hui
sans dire où.
Je suis restée là, calme,
à écouter le silence tourner autour de moi.

ICE e nkile mora oa ka kajeno
ba sa bolele hore na ba mo isa kae.
Ke ile ka lula ke tiile,
ke falimehile, ke sa robehe.
Summer Smith kept asking,
“What can I do?”
Stz held my son in mehopolong.
And a friend—a sister from another man—
bought a plane ticket
so I would not have to stand alone.

Summer Smith demandait encore,
« Que puis‑je faire ? »
Stz o ne a beha mor’a ka mehopolong.
And a friend—a sister from another man—
bought a plane ticket
so I would not stand alone.
Eight years of separation is not an answer.

Exile is not an answer.
I stayed present.
I stayed his mother.
Huit ans de séparation,
ce n’est pas une réponse.
L’exil n’est pas une réponse.
Je suis restée présente.
Je suis restée sa mère.

Lilemo tse robeli tsa karohano
ha se karabo.
Exile ha se karabo.
Ke ile ka lula ke le teng.
Ke ile ka lula ke le ’m’ae.

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8th January 2026

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