Success on a Mother’s Day

My Family ask where is success without cash

I reply “happiness fits a lifelong task to help others left to pass”
Working hard for the menial
where less still bless as equals

Pops doesn’t listen to Hip Hop
but knows where the best places are to shop
He knows life is hard, and we must work harder to stay on top
truth in his history’s saga,
as a father
married to my mother
brought me here

(Happy Mother’s day
this time I gave her a degree)

Dear dearest ones sincerely
love has no boundaries

exemplified by home cooking

tasting my sister’s pizza specialty
while i used to make dozens daily
I still can’t best her talent in artistry

success cannot be measured monetarily
similar to character and integrity
It is what we make of the label
as we ladle another soup for dinner at the table

Ingredients and techniques are key
timing and expediency
much thanks for the lessons of my families teachings
for there are many families in need of feeding
and this is just the beginning

To my family

My mother name is Fariba, and my father is Abbas.
They are the god’s that brought me to earth,
I love and thank them for all of my life’s achievements and worth,

The roots that grew in the dirt, gave me, the ability to network,

With my greater family in the planet earth or even greater universe,

Make all of what you do better and not worse,

Immersed to burst happiness and birth the truly remarkable & miraculous,

As a bachelor, I’m about to get my bachelor’s degree in Communication Studies

After I self-publish my own book of poetry, and firstly

                I’d like to thank my family, all of the Rahnamai’s

                And my extended family of the Ghorashi’s, Saidd’s

                Rest in Piece Ali Deghani,

                Love to Xander from Leah and Omid,

Bijan Afkami leadership class

                taught me early on public speaking.

My family connects to everywhere,
Other sides of the hemisphere,
Have no fear my dear, we’ll get there
To share moments and memories,
The first time we cooked food when hungry,
Soothed our worries with tea, befarmen,

Farmede farsi, harfmesane, ballade,

A ballad of poetry to be said,
Gratefully dead, from Ferdowsi to Hafez,
To leaving a better world when dead,

To know and not to do it is not to know,
As said from ancient proverb, so go
And do what have to, survive is the first,
To self-nourish takes more than practice rehearsed,
Heed and read about power and its thirst,
Collected after hours is our purpose in seconds,

Respectfully to predecessors brought back to essence