Toothache - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Came to dad, his head down:
“I am sorry…I have lied…”
He said and reminded:
“They were fast and played far better…”
The boy said, and father remembered.
“I couldn't compete them, get the ball…”
In father’s memory some clouds…
“I told you I was sick, had toothache! ”
Dad hugged him…
Best treat was giving warm caress.
Boy relieved; dad got him out of shame.
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