Burglars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burglars

Words are not enough to talk of her cooking
“Food is delicious, ” is just a breeze.
We are invited.

But story is awakening, multi-dimensional:
Thieves…three…and got away
With a handbag
And a ring…only…they got back in time.

The fish was all set to go to the oven
He left it out for safety
He was to be out
For a while.
“What if it takes longer? ” caution.

On return
He signalled: “Don’t come further…”
He noticed intruder(s)
She stopped
Worried.

Three burglars escaped, drawers open.
House was a mess and dog barked
They were gone to neighbour’s
A Chinese, the three said:

“Sorry to pass through your yard, we are walking.”
She did not understand clearly; neither did the police.
She hardly speaks English.

He has sealed all the windows, doors and…
But not her mind and not her heart…
They are filled with fear of thieves…
“They can have arms…guns…kill…”
So, mentally…she is sick; a mark burned deep.

And I question:
“Who were they? Why? Few teenagers? ”
The list grows long…
“Would they if they had faith? Security? ”
“Why? ”