I still see it
Through my brain’s eye
The dappled floors
As I skipped the halls
Sunshine covering me
Heat much too dry
School in the desert
Memories passing by
I
Let
Them
All
Go

I still see it
Through my brain’s eye
The dappled floors
As I skipped the halls
Sunshine covering me
Heat much too dry
School in the desert
Memories passing by
I
Let
Them
All
Go
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
Funny how the bricks arrange
Making cozy yet strange
House for us to call home
Place where we don’t feel so alone
Here I rock you to sleep
Thanking the bricks that kept us safe
In this new place
Your first home
Where I became your mom
On top of the world
We stood
Or so we thought
On the dorm’s rooftops
We slept
Explosions lit the sky
No thunder to fear
Just man’s lightening growing near
In time to get a shuteye
[That’s my Baghdad in 2007]
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.