“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Emma Lazarus: “The New Colossus” 

Emma’s poem is on the base of the Status of Liberty: “A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightening, and her name Mother of Exiles.”

Happy Birthday, to the United States of America.

Hoping my country will soon have a mother as President of the United States and become the best version of itself.