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I slowly opened my tight eyes
Feeling the light
shine into my newborn soul
The first person I saw
Mom
Her long, luscious black hair
Falling over her shoulders
Like a waterfall over a cliff
Dad
His glistening eyes
Glaring up and down
As he looked over mom and I
Like a guardian angel
As I started to cry
Both my mom and dad
Smiled with joy
And thankfulness
My mother stroked my back
And I started to feel
Warm
Safe
And loved
I wasn't alone
It felt as if
Everything would be okay
Later to find out
It wouldn't be...
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The Journey Home
PuisiIn this strikingly touching poem journal, follow the journey of a young afghan refugee, Ajani. As time passes in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital and the city which she was born and raised in, she struggles to find serenity for her and her family. Th...
