Doris Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Doris

Poet is an artist, a writer,
Takes the fact; enlarges.

I, too, got a degree
In York U, Toronto,
Of the Stong College,
To be a Creative Writer.

Can never sit idle,
Go around to observe
And note them on paper,
Then manage my garden.

Blackberry, in New West,
On the stone was written
Louise, a heart was painted,
And the paragraph had a date.

Mother Mary stood there
Holding lamb on her chest.

With those signs,
I drew sketches
And became an artist
To go and perfect them.

Was sure that a mother
Had suffered abortion
And buried her infant…

Went to jungles, buildings,
Checked house of elderlies.

Found the Lady-Doris
After my long research.

She had made a garden,
With pieces of timber,
Then, later, planted
Appletree to grow
On cremated ashes!