She Was Mother And I Was.... Poem by Ghazal Ebrahimzade

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She was mother and I was child…
In the land of crimson yard
Whan we play with paper kite…
Up and up in the
Play ground of naughty kids
He..and she …my brother and I
When I was younger I wanted to do sth very different from whatever had been done in past.
very different from
playing with leaves of doves
Trimming feather of flowers
Saving bees of being drowned
Making belle and beast with mud
Stealing bicycle of boys
When they shout:
Wait…wait...it is ours…
she was mother and I was young…
remembering the colorless shadow of her naive attire weaving a long shawl all winters night for whole world at once, in the nest in the jungle of magic roam where swamp boils very hard, spread the sound of doom…o…doom.
and…
ardor of roses and lilacs smash in the fog of swamp's loam.
she was mother and I was bird…
the nest lacked some essential of best, such as those enchanting songs very rarely have ever heard everywhere. Those songs pushing the mind and heart to the childish happy days!
she was mother and very kind, but only thinking about shawls and sons, against any hovering in the dome of magic songs!
it was very impossible for me to remain beside ghostly human shape creatures flying to and fro… kind of maids in baffling woes, queer, unusual and weirdo; can do nothing except sitting in the circle core, round the fire blazes in pure …
talk and laugh and talk and laugh to the song of mocking kinds; the birds singing about empty house of empty town.
she was mother and I was child…
always sat in higher ranks, doing nothing except watching, counting, observing…brothers and sisters … in the nest…coming…going…where she hosts them in best shape! Those who eat and eat and eat….and eat…..and eat….eat….in the end…vomit the taste!
I was looking something else from my childhood or to be a bird alone…now she is passed and I KNOW absolutely
she was mother and I was child, I was young…she was mother and she was kind!

The Poetry is dedicated to Fateme Iranzad.