My Child Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My child

The son of my friends
Now, himself a friend
Contacts, is regular…

He told me of parents
Now old and well in age:
"Dad will go to house of
Elderly, retired…"

His mother is no less
She has own problems.

"I have learned that the best
Comes for my children…"
He said, laughed and mentioned:
"Don't have and will not make! "

He suffers because of
His father and mother
To leave them is not fair
Unable, can't take care…

I laughed and told him of
Stone on one grave:
"I did not repeat the
Crime of my father…"

A man had left a note
For friends, before death:
"Follow instructions…"

There they found a carving
And with it in writing:
"Set this on my grave…"

Stone read:
"I did not repeat the
Crime of my father…"

Friends laughed and murmured:
"He did not make any children! "