A Single Mother Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A single mother

Sit, rewind what observed.

Worked with single mother,
Spoke of her mother:
'She was single mother.'

Rewind it once again,
Then, question:
'Is bad luck, behavior? '

Did not ask,
Would never!

But the question remains:
'Who is responsible? '

Like donkey, feet in mud,
Answerless, am stuck!

Possibly,
And maybe,
A social problem,
Demeaner of system!

In my mind,
I see her,
Looking down,
Verify,
See her shoes,
Almost torn…

At dawn she started
And at four departed.

Sitter had promised
To take care of her kid,
A daughter, seven years.

Driving in snow,
Sitter called:
'I will be little late! '

Saw colleague on fire,
She, the single mother,
Ran around like chicken,
Dangling her cut head.

Saw her shoes…

Old, black, pair of boots
With cracks top to sole!

Has snowed,
Drizzles,
Her toenails
Must be wet!

Like trees in desert,
Proud and confident,
Walks around and tries
To walk tall with pride.

Politely, in low voice,
Talk of feet and her size,
In locker I hide my intention.

'It must be her bad luck, '
Writes brush, on my mind.

Words become particles
In the dust and clouds
Mix and fall like drops,
In shape of drizzle…

Whose mistake?
Who is wrong?

Life goes on,
Both of us have pride
Do not beg but work hard.

Vancouver's Broadway
To us is like desert,
A sheikh has many wells.