A Daughter of the River/ for my daughter Mahvand
Jun 062026
June 1 at 10:14 PM
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For Mahvand( my daughter)
I Will Never Stop Being a Woman
My grandmother
was grown before childhood ended.
She never played with dolls.
She came from an ancient river,
her soul wet with dreams,
her hands wounded
from digging through oceans,
searching for destiny.
Her breasts carried the milk
of the Alborz Mountains’ loneliness.
She said our ancestors
There was a river.
My grandmother never knew
that one day I would follow her dreams
from river to river.
She did not know
that my hands would fill
with the dreams she left behind,
Or that my eyes would gather
the colors of the universe
Whenever I saw my reflection
in the mirror of the Caspian Sea.
And her breast beneath my skin
still nourishes young dreams,
dreams that drift upon the river,
rooted in the earth,
reaching toward the sky.
I will never stop being a woman,
a woman of her dreams,
a daughter of the river.