On The Way Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On the way

My dear children,
Be patient and listen,
Allow me to have guts
To speak and confess:
"It is all my mistake
That you live, are here! "

Yet, please, be aware
It was not just for sex.

My crime goes further,
For you, your future,
I thought and decided.

Selfishly…ambitions,
With your foolish mother.

We dreamed your growth,
Study and school
To use it for living,
Having best that could be.

But did we ask of you?
Did we have the right to?

I know not what she says
But I feel embarrassed,
I regret while confess
Since I am on my way…

Changed my car to a good
For tougher, rougher routes
To the lakes, hills, forests,
Near, or, in mountains.

Hate to see that you are
Some slave to masters
Dictating: "This is best! "

Look at me as tiger or eagle
That hates the settlement.