Christmas 87 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Christmas 87

I hear in my head
As fresh as was when
Was in a rented car.

Toronto-Chicago
And many years ago.

Waited my wife and kids,
Daughter and older son,
And I was on my way
To join for Christmas.

Then, she was pregnant…

All the way, music
I listened, crazy…

Far above the speed,
I drove nonstop,
Except for urgent needs.

Surprised and happy
United family…

Now, recall exactly
All details, as if is
In a picture, painting.

She gave birth to a son
And he is lawyer now.