Nostalgic Patterns
Sitting on the sofa
legs wrapped tightly in the blanket
that I bought
in one of the ethnic markets in LA.
I could almost see the way
it has been knit.
A woman my mother’s age
sitting in her Persian armchair.
Her head is bent,
her hands turn nostalgic feelings
into oriental patterns.
BIO
Sarwa Azeez is a Fulbright alumni, got her masters in Creative Writing from Nebraska-Lincoln University. Her debut poetry pamphlet collection, Remote, was published in the UK by 4Word in 2019. Her work has also appeared in Wingless Dreamer, Writing in A Woman's Voice, Topical Poetry among others.
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