My house key,
the I.D. card of a secured city.
My grandma's soup,
the charcoal sent in the snowing winter.
My mom's hand-made cardigan,
the body armour of a determined war fighter.
My sister's story,
the lullaby before a peaceful dream.
My poems,
the dessert after the family reunion meal.
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