Elina Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Elina

Little girl, immigrant riding a bicycle
I love you and please be master
Let me bow, kiss your hands
I'm honoured if allowed
To crawl at your feet
I listened to you,
Your problem

One of them hearing
Wearing aids
To others

But

You sure are example
To hope and hard work and
Much further…

You take food to the doors
Your head up with pride
An angel in our town
Be star, example
Let us learn.

Can lazy virtual consumer look and see?
I doubt it…

Receivers of the food are busy
All they see is themselves
Direct or in mirror
Physical in their kind
They are blind…

Instead I bow to kiss your hands
Keep biking, taking food
Deliver all the bags.

Earn living with pride.