From Dog To Jam Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

From dog to jam

In those days when I was four, or five
-was robot…followed mom to a shop.

She spoke with salesman
-and I heard other sounds…
-Could it be a demon, out of sight?
- (This was me and my time;
-our very social life…)

I asked mom for something
-possibly a booklet, pen, pencil;
-she said: "No! "

We had fight
-she was too strong;
-I was left with tools
-insisting, beg, cry.

I glued myself to the floor
-kept looking at the shelf.

She was firm
-saying: "No! "

"Let him have, "
-said the man:
- "I will pay."

Books, reading, and learning
-were my most favorites…

About sounds…mother said:
- "They are dogs in the box! "

Speaking like mankind?
-I wondered, as a child…

Long after, in Tehran
-my mother's pumpkin jam
-was made by listening to same dogs…
- (Radio!)