Poppy Seeds Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Poppy seeds

With things changed, meanings changed
The names and the world changed
Poppy seeds on bread have become my train.

I was kid, toddler
Curious as kids are
Not nothing and not dumb
I got lost; and this has much happened.

I ended in nowhere as aunt saw and mother
They called me and my name had filled up all the air…

I was not, just was not; was nowhere.

I was found but was dead
"Let's wash him and coffin…"
My aunt said and mother
Till she lived, hated her.

Dad has cut the poppy
On its milk I had sucked
Poppy was part of life
We had life in village.

I came back; back to life
And it was miracle
With mother's art of fight
Pushing fly in my throat
I gave back poison, am alive.

And poppy has always
Been part of my long life.

Now, here, Canada
Poppy seed on bread
Make train in my thoughts.
I laugh at youths and young
Knowing nothing, surprised
Looking dumb at Poppy…
On Google, Internet…