Dad And I - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Dad and I
He told me:
(Dad, I mean.)
“Go my son…do not sit.”
He talked as, I was kid.
Decades gone, as has he
I see me less than him
Round the world I have been.
I told you while you lived; now repeat:
“I have to kiss your hand”, now time is
For your feet, long after you have left
Deep in land; if something, is the bone.
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