memory – Stranger Paths

Dappled

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

House of Mud

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

Poetry Reading

Part I

of Childhood and War

Memory of The War

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Lightening

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]

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.

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