My Grandma - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My grandma

Grandma was Hoora
An angel like her name,
Walked proud as queen
Was careful as prince
Ordered and demanded
Everywhere was a king
Served her wind and breeze
Peaks’ snow her bed-sheets
Fought the dust of her path
Drizzles; sometimes rain

Half willing, half kidnapped
She’d ended as bride
Against will of parents
In her time it was shame!
Mother lied; father same
To avoid, surrendered
“Son-in-law is great…”

Her babies at first girls
For the time it was pain
Needed son to be man
Lead the way, take the helm
Last daughter, my mother
Was trained; led the way.

She ordered and managed
(Though a child)

Then came boys; one to four
Grandma loved them more
They grew and had kids
Grandma bi-polar
Loved offshoots of her sons
That is what I was not.

I loved her but it hurt.