Of The Life Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of The Life



Of the life

I recall the old days
-when sat child in silence
-in front of mother,
-or an aunt, or sister.

They would search
-searched and searched
-to clean up insects…

When could find a flea
-would set it on the nails
-of two thumbs; squeezed!

Still, I, easily
-can hear insect's burst
-which sounded as do bones…

Life has changed!

Monday, May 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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