Lady's Ankle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lady’s ankle

He
(Friend of old days)
Has written:
“Thanks to God, still alive.”
His “But …” digs it out.

Single word talks a lot.

“Come-on now…” I start.
Knowing that I tell lie.
He is old, unable and alone.
I decide: 'cheer up'.

“Wear your shoes and go out;
Chase ankles.”
Some smiles of Facebook; we exchange.
“Then recall, the mornings, of old days.”

I stop, wait for him…want him think.

“Women wore Chador-Namaz
With bare legs stepped out
If ever; one could see
Ankles showed
Upper, white and well shaved.”

Once again I must halt.
I feel him, other side.

“Women came to buy bread,
A Salam with shyness
Then bread; steaming, hot, fresh.”

Once more I, slow down.

“Then, got milk and the cheese.
Chador moved with breeze…”

Deep in me I feel good.
I have done what I should.
Made him laugh; as I could.