Tag: Childhood

Plop

The frog enjoyed a warm shoe
Made a loud plop or two
Until she found warmth
And I
Late for school
Tried to play it cool
And not freak out
About a frog
Refusing to get out
Of my right shoe

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Inspired by the word of the day prompt #plop and a true story.

We often took our shoes off at the door and frogs loved that and used it to their advantage!

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What did you come up with?

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PS this image is what the AI created using my poem and I think it’s funny and cute

Picturesque

A vague memory


A picturesque scene


As the world was ending


I dared to dream


Of the life I have now


Of what seemed so out of reach


The image solidified


As I laid on this beach

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If you know my story, you know that I was born in Iraq and escaped the war around 2008. I feel so blessed by the small things and the big things in my life right now. Grateful for it all.

Here’s some AI art of my creation inspired by this poem. Going from war to calm.

Home

There’s a corner so small

That fit me perfectly

In my childhood home

Where I loved to be

There’s a smell

Of what?

I can no longer tell

But it comforted me

There are places that I know

I’ll never again see

Circumstances

That I wished have gone differently

There are pieces scattered

Along the Mediterranean sea

Pieces of me

Still stuck in a small corner

Of a childhood home

Where life played out

Perfectly

Childhood Mornings

I remember when I was maybe eleven.I had to wake up as early as seven, rush to the neighborhood baker. He made our street smelled like heaven. The fresh bread gives me warmth on my morning walk. And a lady sitting in the street, selling something to eat. Breakfast routine that I love to remember. Memories of early December.