Home I traveled with our love Down the Nile 4,132 miles to be exact A sack of cindered clichÊs and wilting promises I searched for Home in my dazed devotion. In a past life I carried it Across the Sahara Wrapping it in worn rags so the bandits would leave me be Tugging it as I journeyed across the whispering corridors of Omdurman Until I was home again. Mama’s eyes become darts that greet me At the doorway When she asks What are you holding? With eyes singing songs of burden I tell her it is our Love What then have you carried for yourself? She asks That is when I found A love within A Home within.
| Kinda Ahmed 25
