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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