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My Father's Feet

My Father's Feet 
When I was a kid  
I saw them 
Running 
And
Running
After the bus
That took him to his job every morning
And returned him to us late every day 
Carrying so much love in his heart 
And bags of food  
To our souls and our mouths 
Starving forever
Running
After our school books
Which we were covering with our prayers
To protect us from the sticks of our principal and teachers
Running 
After my mother
 Whose days all finished in different hospitals 
 And when I grew up a little bit
I saw them
 Still running
 But in military boots
  For days never ending 
Covered with dust from Khorramshahr* and Dezful* 
 And when he stretched out his feet on the floor  
We all ran to them with joy
And like a big pillow filled of dreams  we slept on them 
………………………
*Two Iranian cities where the Iran – Iraq war was signed in 1980

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