My Mother Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My mother

Heading home in hallway
-saw two girls with two carts
-joked with them as is my character
-"Thank you for the gifts you purchased."

Unlike some and like most
-they smiled and replied:
-"It belongs to mother."

Chat went on for short time
-they asked me if I want
-furniture for free
-I do not

Soon after was informed
-"Mom is in hospital…
-and she may never come…"

That took me to deep thoughts
-I never saw her though
-she had been my neighbour
-felt too bad
-hated the cities life

"These boxes…whatever we name them
-flat or condo or apartment…"
-cannot go to the end
-it is shame…

When I was small child
-all the men were uncles
-and women were my aunts
-siblings were young boys, and the girls
-what a loss…

This woman, absentee
-took me to Marv Cohen
-a friend who fell with Alzheimer
-and our team seem to have forgotten
-that he was a member…
-hate this life; let me go, rather die…