Fetus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fetus

Sad it is when our ears are deaf
To morality and open to gathering air

Mom said: "Once upon a time..."
Many started so but my mom's:

"A woman sat at the stream...laundry."
And I, in the eye of my mind saw imagery.

The water came from the neighbors'
As it came to our house
And the stream was man-made, long.
And tens of pomegranate trees...

"An apple swam on waves, water
She wanted it, a pregnant woman."

I was flying as I had before, in thoughts
High and high and high, to skies, to God
Apple tree's branches crossed the mud wall
Apples, greed, red and shiny with good smell

"No! She said...it's not mine...isn't ours..."
Them mom showed me how we shall not
Eat others', even if owners are not around
And of course, especially those with fetus

"Her son grew and was away." Mom said
Then explained: "He'd knifed someone."

Mom looked sad as if she sympathized
Mom empathized, felt the boy's mother, so...
"She could not behave...squeezed a needle in apple..."

"A needle in others' apple and my son knifed."
The woman had said...and the moral was clear.
LCBO does the same "No alcohol for pregnant."
Mothers are protectors and life givers to fetuses.