The Family Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Family

I was born in a village,
Lived there for a few years,
With our goats and chickens,
Also kept my pigeons…

Around us wilderness,
Nature and Mother Earth,
Gave wealth of freedom…

Mostly, males came to give,
Their semen, depart, leave,
Pigeons were not the same,
Male-female were parents,
Goats and sheep breastfed.

I was a child, too curious,
Looked around and observed,
Kept thinking, and compared:
"Which is the correct way? "

Now, grown, many years,
Among the most traveled,
Find myself in oceans,
Confused, like the waves.

Read news of kidnaps,
By one of the parents!

My brain in its cave:
"Who gets right?
Which justice?
Government?
Or mother?
Or father? "

Keep asking this question:
"Who defines the family?
What can be its meaning?
Parents and children?
By birth or adoption?
Poultry? Cattle? Pets? "