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My father knew other languages
Besides Persian.
When dementia came upon him
He wanted to test his memory
So he puckered his lips
And sang in German time after time:
“Wenn du mich küssen willst
Musst du verliebt sein.
If you want to kiss me
You must be in love.”
I was present
When every Saturday night
During my childhood
One of his students
Came to our house
To teach him Russian.
He taught himself
His last language.
In a film made by my sister Nooshin
We see him in his last days of life
Sitting on a wheelchair
Talking to and kissing a rose.
Copyright 2017 Majid Naficy
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Heartwarming~
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