In Black Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In black

For long I kept in mind
Writing a script…

"Burial…"

A casket,
Fresh earth is piled,
And many have gathered,
Some speak, some whisper!

Looks around, son of dead.

A woman in distance,
In black, haphazard.

Walks, stops
Looks to side
Then goes on…

He can see in his heart,
Knows, knows not:
"Must be a Step-Mom! "

Loved the dead all her life,
Holds picture of same son
Wet, in palm, beats her heart,
Looks at it, on and off…

"Come to me for a hug, "
Is a fog in the sun…

"I left you home and bed, "
First mumbles…
Then, as if talks with son:
"For his sake,
For his love,
You and I
Shall
And will
Forever
Be distanced! "