Poem

MY MOTHER’S SCRIBE

Half-moon above the table
Her face by candlelight

Her upper lip twitches
My right leg flutters

In All Things Be Men
The school motto on my cap

Parker fountain pen
Gold-plated nib

Waterman's ink
Eggshell paper

My blue-black fingers
Pilot her fervent verses

To Prime Ministers of the World
A moth at a candle's edge

Flame flickering
Only calligraphy at her robe's hem

by Rafiq Kathwari

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