Petunia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Petunia

She, cute and sweet like kitten, whitish pink
Ran to mom with a white petunia
Expecting a smile, and caress.

Mother was too busy with the phone and texting
Rolled her eyes, up then sides with command:
Go inside (bus stop)

Is this your motherhood?
Why did you not go on with the deeds you once did
Right from puberty?
Falling in arms for sex, one man or another.

Why selfish to make child if you are what you are?
Absorbed in sex-text life!

How can you complain?
“Kids have changed; they are wild.”
The harvest comes from seeds you sow.