Crayon Color Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crayon color

Guess there is no mirror,
Better than the brain,
It absorbs and gathers,
And records experience.

I sat and prayed, begged:
"Take me back to a day,
Day of youth, freshness."

Suddenly, walls, ceiling
All bricks kept laughing,
A soundtrack of laughter,
Could hear a naughty girl:
"You are funny, a pencil,
Crayon for a kid, children
For painting with color! "

Looking back can see her,
I am blue, red, and grey,
Lions, metal, and golden.

Yes, I was a cadet,
Military Academy,
Uniformed in color.

She must be a mother,
If alive and not dead,
How I wish to see her.

We can laugh together,
At the cadets in colors…

We can laugh forever,
A laugh that never ends.

She was right and exact,
Then I walked to attract,
I was formed like clay!

We listened to orders,
Of a captain or majors!