Published January 1, 2023
by Sonya Nasim
(Manhattan, New York, USA)
Flaky flatbread crumbs,
Ghee dribbled over a bearded chin,
I loved your wrinkly hands,
Held them,
Your gaze hurt me,
as I saw your eyes fail to recognize mine
Those shoulders that used to lift me,
off the sidewalk in Queens,
Where you taught me to skate,
Now lie twisted
Will we walk through those gold painted memories,
Will you splash me with your encouraging words,
As we walked along the beach,
You always held on,
So that I would not drown
Through this fog that you sit in,
In your final visit,
in the last hour,
Do you hear me when I call your name?
Will you recall mine when I see you again.
Biography
Sonya Nasim is a native New Yorker and resides in downtown Manhattan.
She's currently a Vice President at a Wall Street firm and completed her Masters in Science at Columbia University, and a BSc in Nursing & Health Studies at Georgetown University.
Sonya had always had a passion for creative writing and poetry, having won a poetry contest as young as ten.
After focusing on her career in science academics the last 15 years, she was moved to write this poem in dedication of her recently passed grandfather, Ambassador Bhatti.
This poem is included in Poetry World #5, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in NYC Poetry Magazine:
I'll Put My Weapons Down
by Giorgia Beavers
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