I am from a feather duster
from a water filter and granite counters.
I am from the bars on windows
rough, rigid, cold – but common.
I am from the black iris.
The olive tree
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from chocolate gravy and games
from Baba and Mama.
I’m from reflecting and prayer
and from forgiveness.
I’m from have fun and don’t get hurt
and ahlan wa sahlan.
I’m from airports.
I’m from Jordan, Switzerland, and the Cherokee tribe.
Shwarma and Falafel,
From my mother’s illness
and my family’s support.
The time we spend together
Is always a reason to celebrate!