Shiva Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shiva

Went to Jewish friend
-who died of Alzheimer.

His wife sat for Shiva
-after years, all alone.

I sat in his seat for
-taking her to old times.

I let her break ice
-then I said what I must.

Comforted, condolence
-good of him for her sake.

"He died of infections
-most in the bladder…"

She said; then:
"…had to call nine-one-one
-to send us ambulance."

Then told me of him there
- "…three weeks; in the bed…
-…no food and no drink…"

This was his final week! ! !

The worst part was daughter!

This was like the Hussein's
-to extent, of myself…

"Did not come even for
-saying a final bye…"

She said, and I could see
-tears fall, stream…
-on the wrinkled skin…