In My Dreams

by Nazanin Mirsadeghi

In my dreams
my grandmother’s hands
hold a delicate crystal bowl
as she sings
to the beauty of
pomegranate seeds

in my dreams
my grandfather’s face
fades in the smoke
rising from his cigarette’s ash
while he writes, and he reads

in my dreams
I am always five
reaching up high
to grab the figs
-larger than my hands-
hidden between the leaves

in my dreams
the sky is tall
and clean,

the world is grand
and serene

in my dreams
in my dreams
in my dreams

life is brighter
in my dreams

Previously published in a collection titled Garden in a Seed

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