Naneh Baba Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Naneh Baba



Naneh baba

In morning
I drive
roads are jammed
bump to bump
slowness gives me time
on each side
see angles and the curves
even cars.

Free, wild
fly thoughts
I am child
my walk is dream-like.

On his beast older man
passes by.

"What is there? "
I question
he is cold
also firm.

Shocked I go on
speed up
as man said
Dad is there
and cries
we have lost grandma

I recall
she was nice
patiently she watched us
and always wore smile.

Thursday, January 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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