Our Mother Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Our mother

In his palm, held it tight,
With inhale, exhaled sigh
Squeezed very hard:
"This is left of our Mon! "

Once again, looked, stared,
In his eyes gathered pearls,
All, shining blue, red…

Ran flood of tears:
"Of our Mon, this is left! "

Sang as if Joan Baez,
Or ABBA, Bob Dylan,
Meaningful, quite sad!

His lyrics were new,
A sort of like Khayyam:
"This is left of mother,
Mother Earth…"

Big trucks and shovels,
Bulldozers, Graders,
Dug, loaded, sent away,
There stood the mixers,
Gravel in cement
Poured on the flowers,
And trees, vegetables:
"See Mother on death bed? "

Rose condos, apartments
Of cements, roads asphalt:
"In sewage fish and whale
Cannot live and inhale...'

Busy were laborers unaware
Of death of Mother Earth…

Once again, he stared,
In his eyes many pearls
Shined blue, green, red…