Serbian Woman Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Serbian woman

Following door to door
-was time for Natalie
- "Mother is upstairs, "
-she told me; in running.

Her mother was one who
-I can like dearly
-and respect as woman
-worthy and equal

Could also use her eyes as my wine;
-to look in, raise glass, get drunk.

To me she, was sweet
-as is the maple sap
-after is heated and
-chilled and canned,
-good to reap…

A mature kind woman
-learned and gentle and…
-looking soft, caring and…
-perfect as partner or friend.

Was born in Serbia…
-living in Canada…
-as myself and Iran…

Was a jar, melancholia
-talking with nostalgia:
- "The things were different;
-people were humane…"

Were great and kinder.
Were great and kinder.
Were great and kinder.

Unlike youths with headsets!
Unlike youths with headsets!
Unlike youths with headsets!