Arabella Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Arabella

Am packing, set to go
Closer to North Pole.

Want to be like mammoth
Die in cold and freeze.

Then, maybe after years
If mankind lives, ever,
Someone finds my fossil.

Can science be advanced?
Wonder if they read hats?

"He went to be close
To beloved cousins! "

This is my intention,
Will someone discover?

I love the harmed, deprived
By the mean, brutal.

I have filled the boxes
Possibly five times ten.

My wealth is limited
To the books and papers.

Some prints are too old,
Far more than this author.

Stories and writers
And poems and poets
Are themselves stories.

I followed Arabella,
She mentored a poet
So, he wrote, admired:
"A good soul, excellent, "
No mention of husbands,
First's nephew, her second!