Cotton And Fire Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I recall so well as if it was last minute.
She
My mother

Talked
As she always did
Giving advices
Teaching us
Then I…

“Man-woman alone…”

She said and went on

“…like fire-cotton…”

And she looked at me
Seeking reflection
I was just a kid
Just a small
Boy
I looked; then head down
Waited for comment,
As mother she was
Wiser; very kind,
Understood
Me, I, felt
Lost, just
A Shy
Kid
I am reading now; NYT Paper
Splits approach,
Dealing with
Rape, sex
In army
USA

And mother was right…cotton and fire…