When You Were Blind

When you were blind your heart still warmed the coldest.
You must have been able to sense how people were responding to you.
You waltzed through your pain like you had none at all.
That's what made you so divine.
You asked me if you could feel my face and told me I'm beautiful.
You must have wanted to know what I looked like.

So now you're bright and bold and strong.
And her smile is huge.
I'm happy about that.
Happy about you.

Google

I remember you. It was a really hard day for me and I was exhausted.
My son was exhausted too which didn't make it any easier for me.
But I liked you. And I liked everyone else I encountered at the office.
And the office space was open minded.

Sun and Moon

   I love to write children's books. The one posted to the right of this blog is the first one I've published and my favorite because it was inspired by my first son, Ellington. A family friend of ours who works for NASA discussed it with me right after it was published. I was telling her I think the moon is like the love of a parent for their child. She told me in the Iranian culture, people believe the sun is like the love of God. So I love the book because of all of the symbolism and meanings in the essence of it. We can't exactly love our children as well as the Almighty, but we try to reflect that type of love.

Suzie Sateri

Worth It

Coming along to pick me apart like I'm a house?
Like a mess that might not be cleaned up... ever.
What are you, my neighbor?

NO Pearl

Pearl

Hello Old Man

The old man cloud.What do you think it looks like?