Cover Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cover

I sure did admire my mother
-when telling stories
-as lessons for teaching.
-They could be serious or funny
-as well as fables or, social or history.

In times she removed walls
-tore blanket to parts
-and spoke dreadful and sexy…

One of the stories she told me
-was of a summer night…

Then people slept on the rooftops…

"Our God is too great…"
-murmured a young woman:
- "…roof is one; two weathers! "

She was the bride and whispered when
-overheard the mother of husband…
-who had walked by daughter
-seeing her clasped by her husband…

The mother's advice was:
- "separate…"

Same mother saw her son
-he slept separate from wife
-in distance and apart
-she advised:
- "Hug, stick together…"

With this, said the son's wife:
- "Our God is too great…"
-roof is one; two weathers! "

Almost same I saw, said
-when drove in cloudy cold day
-seeing girl, full and thickly covered,
-on the top; but naked legs and thighs, short-skirt…