Family
For My Son, Ali. AI-Generated.
I am thirty-seven now, born under the bright, restless skies of Western Asia. The roads I’ve walked have been steep—filled with risk, ambition, and the hunger to create something new. My work in startups and technology often feels like standing on shifting sand: each day a battle, each dream a fragile seed. Yet every time I see your smile, Ali, the chaos quiets.
By Madi Alvin3 months ago in Poets
To Be Your Family
And if I may be thin like paper leaves That place awaits me in the tree sleeves -🌳🍁🍂 Though birds go high so I will start to fly I won’t be low in mind under the sky --🌳🍁🍂 Say you love me like the birds of the tree Though you say blood is all you see --🌳🍁🍂 My arms are wide open to you so be For I will wait to be your family
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
