Rusty Wood Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rusty wood

Times and times
-I tell me:
- "Do not judge by the name;
-by cover…"

But I am old tree;
-can kill me easily
-but hard is correcting.

How can I ignore names?
-they take me deep in days
-of the past. history,
-and cultures
-and habits.

They might not
-if was not
-an expert in lot of
-places and gone-byes.

But I am;
-done is done!
-yet try,
-hard, too hard.

This time I
-based myself on the words,
-directions given by Krista.

So exact, accurate
-the number to parking, right and left
- "After gate…"

"She must be…"
-in my mind I made her.

Finally came the end,
-encounter.

And she was of B. C.
-a nurse and kinder than it could be.

She was too organised and clean
-on the wall stethoscope was hanging
-more decor than for use.

"Is it job or for taste…? "
-politely I questioned.

Reply was obvious
-hard-worker, devoted
-has, mostly, less fortune!
-Wealth goes to less caring;
- (not always!)

Everything in her was great, nice
-even what she buried in her chest
-name it "Heart".

"Be careful, "
-she told me when I was departing.

Said it so as if we
-had known for very long.

Hey, dear Krista
-wish you luck
-look forward
-to meet you
-once again

And again
And again
And again

Be careful and take care.

I am poor
-have no gift
-but have heart
-and have words
-arrange them
-wrap and pack
-take, is yours.