Training Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Training

I never believed in:
"People are born like this."

I said and reaffirm
"We come of training."

My claim starts with
My mother and rearing.

She was born daughter but
Was raised to act as son.

Her parents had no son
To look after the farms
And ploughing, harvest,
Animals and shepherds
As her time demanded.

My grands had lost hope
Of having boy in house.

Being the last of girls
My mother was chosen.

Though physic and culture
Demanded: "Be daughter, "
Mother was different.

Surely, she sacrificed
To be best of the wives
And for it tried hard.

Yet, proved to Daddy
"Am woman, sleeping,
And kitchen handling,
But elsewhere, equal."

Guess father like most men
Joyfully repeated:
"I found me partner
With brain and wisdom."

Together they found land
Together they planned
.
Mother was architect
And Daddy was mason.

Their erected palace,
Was the best in village.

It was on top of hill
Immune from flood.

They had Persian garden,
Several were steps.

The first two for housing
And the next for trees
The fourth, fifth and others
Grew crops for harvest.

Spring in our house
Was full of fresh buds,
Better than paradise.

In summer, the fruits
Hung from branches
As décor to trees.

Her actions, behaviour
Came from training:
To rule over farmers,
Animals and shepherds.

Freedom, confidence
In mother were gathered
So, she was lioness
Not a mouse and hidden.

It is not the gender,
Nor blood to show way,
Training is candle,
Blame your own mistake.