Economics Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Economics

There is always a first time
I never heard of Redel, Victoria.

Inspiration changes time to time
Meaning; realizations in reminds.

‘Economic’, is the today's poem.
This is foundation to my new poem
That took me back to, Yester-years.

Ahmad
My brother
My true mentor
Had, thanks to poverty,
Died; departed, passed away.

Our mother
The supreme tailor
In hand needle and thread
Was sewing suits, we unaware
Cloth had been Ahmad’s left over
My young brother and I were pleasure.

This experience was not once
I saw mother making turn overs
Inner side of the jackets remained new
She tore what seemed old, re-sewn, anew.

But still I miss those days
I guess same is true with her
It means, Victoria Redel.