The House and The Home

I thought

If I could teach him a word or two

Something familiar

Something I once knew

From the words my family used to say

Or a lullaby

That takes fears away

If I could mimic HOME

Within a house

I could root myself

With my spouse

And create a new language

Not entirely his

Neither my own

Ours

In a new home

Stimulus Check Equivalent in Iraq

For hours, in lines we waited

Feet bare

Flies and mosquitoes hung in the air

The afternoon sun could not be kind

As it left no shelter for us to hide

Until we got our sacks of flour and some rice

Enough to fill our bellies and dampen our cries

A Tree’s Memory

She remembered a sky glowing red

Noises in her head

Figures that screamed

Others that whispered

And some that bled

She remembered joyful wonder

Cries of surrender

Stars that wept

Nights when she slept

On a warm earth

Nothing else beneath

No sheets no shields

She remembered before she was this magnificent tree

She was a woman

Wondering what she’ll be

When this earth turns to dust

Darkness

Did you ever think to bring a second candle?
The optimist in you did not think the darkness will last
The wax dripping off of its handle
As it burns much too fast
But I who’s seen darkness, I who was birthed away from light
I hoard all the candles
Fearing that they might
Not be enough

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

Birth

Can you feel it
A circle completing itself
Through you
Through the generations

You’re the shooting star
The one that spiralled far
Reaching the infinity
That they always talked about
But never realized

You’re the continuation
Of many generations
You are
A scroll
A story told
A never ending beginning
You’re millions of tales spinning
But you’re only a day old
In this universal hold
We can’t wait for the stories
You’ll be telling

Silence

I stretched out my dusty wings
Shedding thousands of years

Away

Breaking the silence of my peers

Turning our dark tears

To fire

Reigniting an ancient flame

Reminding the world of our name

As I flew higher

I could no longer deny my true desire

I was born

For this rebirth

Born to inspire