This poem is, as always, written for my husband, Umair, but also for all the other immigrant families waiting and for one special family Umair connected with in Muscat, Oman. Sebastian, and Ophelia, who are also waiting for their daddy to come home for his first Christmas in America! ‘‘Twas the night before … ‘‘Twas the nightContinue reading “Twas the Night Before”
Forest of Words 