With Chain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

With chain

I, from door to door
Have learned much,
Seek for more…

"Call please when at door, "
Was written as a note…

I followed the quest
As asked; by request…

"This is me; is that you? "
And she was…

"This is code…"
She replied.

I buzzed and in no time
Knocked at the second door;
Mixed were a baby's sound
With clang of some chain.

Door opened
It was her
Africa in her vein.

I did not ask question
Kept burden in brain!

Was she a refugee?
Or was she escapee?
Ran from government?
Or of debt? Or a male?

Felt the beads of the chain
On my wrists and ankles.

Why women should be so?
What about children?

When will that child question:
"Mom…where is my father? "