Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright

Instead of Memphis rain

And people that can say my real name

Some days I feel my skin turning back

A darker shade close to black

And I hear my roots calling me home

But most days I know I am not alone

In feeling so far away from home

We’re all immigrants after all

Waiting for the call

To return to heaven

The Moon

I rushed to meet the full moon

As I could finally see her face

A month of waiting could not be replaced

And as the moon turn around I knew

The rock looked much like you

My imaginary childhood friend

You survived this long

You were with me till the end

I wondered how your face was never changed

From Iraq to America

And somehow it did not feel strange

To befriend the moon

Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Holiday Reading

Are you looking for a unique and easy read this holiday that all family members can enjoy?

Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection

Is a beautifully written book full of inspiration and hope. The author is an Iraqi woman detailing life in Iraq as the war started and her journey from a war torn world to beautiful America. A truly inspirational story!

Available in paperback and eBook

Self Love

Don’t forget to nurture your soul

…

You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do