poetry Dear Loan Director
Dear Loan Director
By Esther Kamkar
You called to ask why it is essential
for me to keep the house,
now that my children are grown.
Please forgive me my head
full of closets, windows, and doorknobs
I'm in love with the lemons on the tree.
When I said, this place you are watching
on TV, in Paris, I have been there
my children were amazed.
I told them:
I was a human being
even before I was your mother.
Forgive me my head full
of saffron, garlic, and parsley
and every good thing passing through this house.
Esther Kamkar lives in northern California. Of her poetry, she writes: “What was is over with and what is, the poems tell us.” See more at http://www.estherkamkar.com/