Serbian woman
Following door to door
-was time for Natalie
- "Mother is upstairs, "
-she told me; in running.
Her mother was one who
-I can like dearly
-and respect as woman
-worthy and equal
Could also use her eyes as my wine;
-to look in, raise glass, get drunk.
To me she, was sweet
-as is the maple sap
-after is heated and
-chilled and canned,
-good to reap…
A mature kind woman
-learned and gentle and…
-looking soft, caring and…
-perfect as partner or friend.
Was born in Serbia…
-living in Canada…
-as myself and Iran…
Was a jar, melancholia
-talking with nostalgia:
- "The things were different;
-people were humane…"
Were great and kinder.
Were great and kinder.
Were great and kinder.
Unlike youths with headsets!
Unlike youths with headsets!
Unlike youths with headsets!
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