Grandma’s Kiwis

In the northern city of Tonekabon,
there’s a vineyard, where
my madarbozorg, grandmother,
grows kiwis.

They were so juicy
plucked, peeled, eaten,
so enjoyably sour,
It’s been a while.

But I’m sure they were

Now when I eat kiwifruit,
from the store, not pulled from
family vine,
I say: “Next year in Shahsavar!”

I’ve been saying it
so many years.


Author’s note:
Shahsavar was the name of a city in the Mazandaran province in Northern Iran. After the revolution, the city’s name was changed to Tonekabon.


This poem was published in Hawk and Whippoorwill, Summer 2018, Volume 3, Number 1:



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