My family began on the sea
fleeing a country to enter another
in high hopes of
a happier life.

My mother recounted stories of
explosions during lecture time
she fled so I would
never know what
that sounded like.

My parents worked laboriously
to keep our lives moving.
They often sighed, broken-backed
that we’d have nothing to inherit
when that time came.

I remember all five of us
decorating our artificial Christmas tree
trips to the community pool in summer
long car rides to amusement parks

Homemade birthday cakes with our names drawn on,
playing cards in candlelight
Blackout of 2003
and I know for a fact that they were wrong –
there is nothing in this world
I’d rather inherit
than this.

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