Majid Naficy: First Snow

Mother stands by the window
And looks at the falling snow.
It is the first snow fall
On Father‘s grave.

She has wrapped herself
In a red blanket
And leaned her knees
Against the radiator.
Father’s overcoat
Still hangs on the hook.

A limb of a persimmon tree
Bends under the weight of snow.
She longs to stretch out her hand
And shake it off.

Copyright 2017 Majid Naficy

Majid Naficy is the author of books in Persian and in English, including the collection of poems Father & Son published by Red Hen Press

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