To My Grandchild Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To my grandchild

If ever…
If at all…
You decide to roll cuff and to know
Your blood from me…
Don’t ask dad, don’t ask Mum.
Just listen to all sides,
Let them talk
Each person reflecting a spot
Mostly wrong but maybe
Single dot to be right.

Look at sun
As it is, not in well
Not in cave through hole
Walk on words
Be a bird and fly in sky.

Then read me as you find
Fill the gap, connect dots
That is me…(hope can be)
Not their say.

Each person has PV
Personal interest.

I noticed talking of our parents
With sister.