Brothers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Brothers



Brothers

He called me, second time in two days
He is younger by two years but is bald.

"I have seen your photos you have hair"

He told me with laughter; and wonder!
Build and sell is his job; guess, is great,
We come of the same root; are trained
Worlds apart, and our minds so varied.

Second time was today:
He mentioned our father; at his grave
"Talk to him; tell him what you want"

Then I felt, he cried and stopped.

"Look, " I said "The photos are too old."
I believe he was so satisfied and smiled.

One may say purposely I had lied.

Faced window of my room, saw outside
Step-like are buildings; colorful the trees
Opposite a window, raindrop sits on leaf.
"It has rained, all are washed and clean"

The things same, so are we; world away.
I blushed in my mind: "Two; Brothers? "

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: brother
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