Roadside Baby Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Roadside baby

Normal is death for time
Yester-years to last night
Except one…

Childhood has a long life
It lives, kicks in the mind.

This is why once again
Childhood came in mirror.

"An infant on roadside, "
Took me to by gone days
I was child; not yet ten.

Then I worked in our shop
On my way from home
I witnessed a crime…

River's name came after
Washing clothes, laundry.

It was not yet asphalt
Not covered, not canalled
An open stream…

Inside it one could see
Some old and large trees.

Aborted Embryo
Umbilical cord all around,
Fearsome, sickening…

Every time I read or
I hear that babies
Left on road
Aborted
I get
Sick to feet's sole.

Memories of childhood! ! !