"Everything
Sweet"
How can growing up be fun
when everything that tasted so
sweet
has escaped the touch of my
hands
When I know if I go back , I'll
only see
everything I loved is gone or
grown grey
and it's so strange that I
that little girl
have stood still
watching everything that tasted
so sweet
turning sour
and the big world of my home
the big world of my street
the big world of my town
shrinking under my feet
Will I ever get back what I had
if I cry day and night
every day, every night?
Will I ever get back what I had
if I stop growing up?
Will I ever get back what I had
if I pray for everything sweet
to come back?
Will I ever get back what I had
if I try to forget me
in this place, framed in this
cruel time
and if I try to remember forever
and ever
everything that tasted so sweet
Will I ever grow small?
Will I ever forget?
Will I ever grow small if again
I taste the yellow dates
Will it ever again taste of
me
standing in the warm breeze
in my green sleeveless dress
thinking of all the stories
in my head
travelling far in the big ship
dancing away by the melody of
blue waves, green palms and the cuffing engine
Will I ever forget
if I count to ten and over again
if I shut the doors
and stop looking at what passed
me
when I was not looking
Will I ever forget if I change
my name
tell everyone that knows me
I don't exist
I am not me
I never was
I am, still am that little girl
thinking of the stories that
never aged
and everything that tasted so
sweet
Farah Afshar
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