Exactly Like That Day Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Exactly like that day

My today in mountains
With snow everywhere
Was copy of that day,
In exact and same way.

Then, a child of five years,
Our house was in village,
In the heart of mountains.

Of the why over there
Will write, in future,
Explain ancestors'
Having to run away
From the invaders…

Their only single shirt
Was clothes and cover
For the night, also day.

Was mattress, blanket!

This poem of the day,
Is after many years,
I copied those elders.

I asked to bring wood
And branches, and bush.

My sister's husband said
That he would come to help.

In an early morning
Around dawn, no lighting,
He sat me on donkey
While walking behind me.

It was cold, freezing,
I, mute, on donkey.

Beast knew its path well,
And climbed like expert.

Like stone on the rock
I sat and went forward
Till we got to the top…

After while the gold sun
Generously gave light
But its heat, not-enough,
Could not melt my frost!

When my wise older guide
Picked me up, sat on rock
He told me to warm up.

After long, I stood,
Walked away, slowly,
To the rope and bushes
That he had piled them…

We bundled and loaded
He sat me once again…

This time on the cargo…

Too many years are gone
Memories are carved on
The layers of my mind…

My fingers in the cold
Still lose their color,
From pink to purple
And get numb, in tickle.

Here and far away
From the old village
Of ancient ancestors
I feel the exact same!

With snow everywhere
I feel the exact same
That I did on that day
In our old, mud village,
Truly, I feel over there!