Unique Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unique

Once again, after years
I shared life with my Ex.

In the dream, all the same,
She was just a mother
And mastered the kitchen.

To her, books, decisions,
Were left to the husband.

Came to me, complained
About our good daughter.

"I fear for her health,
Is a machine without rest,
For helping the orphans."

I chose a Persian name,
That lovely wife of then.
Liked, agreed, accepted:
"The Unique, Special."

I, father, with daughter,
Sat, spoke in detail.

I agreed with her deeds
And gave her promise:
"Count on me to the end."

In silence, she auctioned
The antiques and items
To raise funds, give away.

She asked me if I could
Visit the mosques, churches,
Their Imams, preachers, prayers.

In the final moments,
Whispered in my ear:
"They are houses for God,
Must be clean, in and out."