Boy Aged Four Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sun is out and strong
Iced snow is now soft

Older days, in decades
The mattress of cotton
Became hard as gravel

My dad had a long bow
Its string from intestine
Twisted and pulled hard
Like string on the guitar

Mom opened mattresses
Then he sat, form, squat
Held the bow in his hand
A sharp edge of a weight
Hit a string making wave
And cotton turned bubble
As is soap on warm water
As if the milk comes direct
From the breast into bowls

This snow
Soft snow
Or season
All in one

Take me there
I am so young
Boy aged four