Knees Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Knees

I was in twenties
Good job and prestige
With respect and money.

My parents received guests
Among them matchmakers
They offered the good girls…

Mother had, as she thought
The right to run our lives
Just because of culture
And how I respected
A friend and mentor
As expert with knowledge.

Of my wife, she said this:
"I do not like big knees! "

With summer around us
I see girls and their knees;
They wear shorts and skirts
"Does hers look like camel's? "

I respect all the tastes
Of the men and women
Also, bow to nature
And the shapes it's given.

But the words of mother
Take me back to camels:
"Camel's knees are larger! "

But wise and diplomat
She corrected her acts
Where needed revision;
So, she did with my Ex.

I came home and told her:
"I found my partner…"
She said that knew her:
"In dream caressed her! "