Roses were the same roses
Cemetery was exactly where I left it
The same old road
The same old benches
Only trees were grown to be as tall as the years that I haven’t been there
And there, beneath the trees, the bitter sorrow was anticipating my return…….
I sat and washed my mother’s tombstone with the tears of my heart
I placed the roses on it and kissed it a thousand times
I closed my eyes and let the old streets carry me to our house
Rushing to take one final picture from the old walls
The old fireplace
The old paintings
Even the century old walnut table didn’t hesitate to pose for me……
On my way to the Caspain Sea
I found the old teahouse where I used to snipp the tea of life
Oh, how, I had been missing its taste and its warmth………
I reached the sea and opened the gate to the memories
The magnificent garden
The dazzling orange trees
The house, the stairways, everything remained intact
But the occupants were gone
I knew that I shouldn’t have stayed away for that long…..
I picked roses from my uncle’s garden by the sea
And walked through the grandpa’s land to give it to their souls as a gift
Autumn and the raining leaves were singing a soothing song
I still carry that song in my heart ……..
Pictures that I took accompanied by a heartfelt old song.
In Memory of My Loved Ones / Tehran & Shomal