Lines On The Wall Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lines on the wall

This room is the biggest
-the wall is not white with plaster
- (as are many others)
-but of mud with small pieces of hay
-though named after the first son
- (our oldest brother)
-it is the guest room
-planned well
-proper

Guestrooms are the largest
-according to the cultures

On the south-side wall
-there are lines
-horizontal
-levels
-by pencil or charcoal

Each line represents a boy, son, brother
- (several of us)
-I am in the lower part
-but smile
-filled with hope
-'I will be at the top…'

That never happened, not even in the dreams…
-I have not seen that house for many years
-the Don and his wife
- (my parents)
-are dead, gone

I heard that the house is divided
-between my siblings
-I gifted my share
-to the youngest
-my sister

To our parents
-she was the true parent
-no part do I deserve!