Rarity Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rarity

Wonder what to call her
To be good, precious,
Precious with respect,
Respecting the teacher,
Teacher and role-model!

Shall I see her as gem?
Emerald or diamond?
Or opaque, platinum?
Or topaz, or the jade?

Has value inside her
As greatest teacher…

Was in her seventh when
Faced divorce of parents.

At fifteen, ran away,
Found herself a lover,
School-less, parent-less,
Left ten-year partner…

Thanks to her or lover
They have no children!

Did not dare to question
The cause of breakage:
"You or he decided
To end your union? "

Guess her life was a hell,
Was heated in furnace,
Then slammed on anvil,
And hammered by master.

"Hardship casts the iron! "
She said and I love her.

On the day of women
Want to call her Bible,
Or Cyrus Cylinder…?