For Him Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For him

Was I four?
Was I ten?
In between?

I do not remember!

Who was he?
How were we related?

I do not remember!

That day is engraved,
In my heart and brain!

I headed for Hana,
To join boys and play,
Or to be with parents,
Or maybe siblings,
Uncles? Aunts?

I do not remember!

I had left our village,
Encircled by mountains,
Were close to Shedeh,
Kooh-e-Mast far away.

He was a young shepherd,
His backpack was simple,
From wool and goat's hair,
Around him, a small herd,
Of young goats, baby lambs,
Two or three goats, mothers,
Their breasts were covered,
With bras that matched them.

He brought fresh bread,
With clay, bowl, and vase,
Half-filled bowl of yogurt,
Milked one goat, invited,
‘Goor-Must, ' was delicious.