Edna Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Edna

Yes, you are Edna and
You know it very well
I told you when we met…

You take me deep in my memories;
And I see our Edna swimming,
(She was my friend's wife…)

What a time…

Assyrian and Muslim
Born and raised in Iran.

We lived, loved, and were one…

I can and always shout:
"Shame must be on Mullahs! "

We flew together
We were like brothers
Were close to extent
That even did share bed
In hotels, when abroad…

Took hardship, instead
Saved money for our wives
As well as children…

Though black you are like
My T-shirt and jacket
And she was Jasmine
The same name you carry
Puts a sharp screw in my mind
And takes me to the pool in Shiraz…

And I see the blood
Work as paint on the face of water

In this wild and wide world
Her finger ended in my poor nose
Like needle vainly ending in vein…