Pajama Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pajama

First, Gina hated me,
She felt I would steal,
Clever, knew thieves.

Honestly, she was right,
I was there for ‘Gala.'

The two were old friends,
My girl was her master,
Gina was the house pet.

Oh, Gina, the wise cat,
The jealous, smart cat!

After years, at a time,
I heard that Gina died.

For me, she still lives,
In my mind, memory,
Somehow, is lingering.

Few days, at the start,
She tore my pajamas.

Every hole in my pants,
Drives me to the past,
To the days that the cat,
No more was an enemy,
But a friend and buddy.

Memories and stories
Make mankind history,
To amuse and to teach,
The cultures we are in,
Possibly, we lived with,
Or the days that will be.

One of such is of girls,
Feared of being raped,
To escape life in shame,
Uniquely fell to death.