Her Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her love

There, at the graveyard,
During burial, funeral,
I witnessed true love,
Deepest love, real love.

She, mother to his child,
A wife with faith in love,
Like sunray or moonlight,
Was silent, did not talk,
Yet, showered us with light.

Both my eyes went weird,
They cried, shed tears,
On my cheeks, two rivers.

Felt in a mosque or a church,
Heard my heart tell my brain:
"Kneel, exult, and praise…"

Had told me Manuchehr,
Married for thirty years,
And shared two children.

All three had come to,
Say goodbye to a man who,
Loved them with every cell,
Of blood, bone, flesh…

Their son was a real man,
And daughter, gentlewoman,
And his wife, torch in the dark.

She was a candle's flame,
To resist the wind and hail.

She stood quite firm,
With friends of husband,
That prayed as Muslims,
All facing the casket,
Heartthrobs could be heard:
"Without you, life is hell! "