When you lose what is most precious to you, it leaves you broken.

It destroys who you once were and turns you into a different person.

You no longer feel the same, think the same, trust the same, or live the same way ever again.

No glue, no band-aids can fix it.

Time does not heal it, that is a myth.

So you close your eyes, you wipe away the tears, swallow your pain and move on.

Taking each step more carefully than before always watching for landmines to be sure you are never hurt like that again.

Trust no one, except God, as the greatest of empires were destroyed from within by people they shared blood with.

Strong Women

I am a strong woman
My hands do not shake
I stand tall
I do not shrink down for your sake

I hold the burdens of my family
high on top of my shoulders
I protect my children
for whom I would move boulders

I am not fragmented by troubles
or barely held together with glue
I am welded strong
so I can face it all and see it through

I am a strong woman
My voice does not falter
I stand straight up with great strength
to raise my son and my daughter

I work hard and go forward
I never look back
I focus on whats important
and I take no one’s flack

I face problems head on
I take on the hardest of tests
I handle it all with a grateful heart
because I am a strong woman and one of the best

Holocaust Remembrance Day

The sun went down and the people cried,

the world turned its back and far too many died

Think about those whose lives were lost

Of the freedoms, we have that was a high cost

Jewish souls who faced horrors until the end

This is why we say” Never Again”

My life is like a tree - a poem by Jillian Ochoa

My Life Is Like A Tree

My life is like a tree

Without You there would be no Me

For you are the trunk that makes me whole

God is the water that grows my soul

Our children and grandchildren are the branches reaching the sky

The roots are all the years together passing us by

The leaves are all of my blessings

Which stay for a season then fall to the ground

Only to be raked up and burned

with an ember smell and a crackling sound

But all through the loss of the leaves and the seasons

You keep me together and strong with so many reasons


America’s Passage to Equality

Is my pain so less than yours?

Your sign says opened

Yet you lock the doors

Do you hold my hand at the same time you tie my feet?

Is it now that history is doomed to repeat?

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,

But for many, our equality passes.

Take away my religion, locked in my skin

How long will we wait for the equality to begin?

Bless America and its abundant land

Praying to Allah/God that they open their eyes and begin to understand

What’s right is right and is felt in the heart

This is what America has been about since its very start.

The passage to equality is narrowed by hate from shore to shore

That is leaving so many struggling in the light of the lamp beside the Golden Door.