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
…….
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.
In a house of mud and straw
Forged by those I dearly know
A place where I often, in my memory, go
But I can not stay
There
I run
On tiles of clay
Hand made by a husband and a wife grandma and grandpa
Big part of my precious life
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
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.
Stranger Paths 