Shahla Latifi

When I'm alone, sitting at my desk, writing about love
I remember my childhood
The green hill of WaselAabad
The village well filled with clean water
Shops, all open, filled with new things
the local mosque was neatly built at the corner of the small town.
I remember my mother, a beautiful woman with dark silky hair and olive skin.
My grandmother always appeared perfectly poised.
My father was a scholar, a great teacher, and passionate about books, cinema, and life.
I remember playing with marbles, sometimes chess؛
and on bright sunny afternoons, playing jump rope with my friends.
Sometimes with the twists and turns of life
I think about the days when I was just a little girl;
with my bright, dark eyes and my soft black hair cut perfectly round,
I loved nature- cats, dogs, birds,
the sound of rain,
the warmth of the sun,
and the softness of snowflakes on my face.
Shahla Latifi
December, 2022
  • Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2023 19:44
  • Category: Reflection
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