Dreamer
My hands are cold and numb
But I can make a blanket
Knitted with my dreams
And cover me from head to toe
To warm me
When a cold wind
Freezes my bones
Sun is shining
giving love and hope
To people with no bread
On their table
But false joys coloring their faces.
I’m not pessimist
My hands knitting
Dream after dream
Selling to people lost their homes
I’m a dreamer.
Still I go out and greet
My neighbor who doesn’t see me
But says hello to me
And goes her own way
A way reaches nowhere.
March. 24, 2018
Mehri Yalfani: Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer 