I regret those days by Mahnaz Badihian
I regret those days
Those many long days I worked hard Holding the IV basket Filled with butterfly needles, tourniquets, alcohol pads Walking from OR unit to internal medicine And from GY oncology to surgical floor hours past midnight In the heart of city of Baltimore Thinking of my babies sleeping next to my husband in bed Regret those early mornings, late nights Pressing my eyes on those books Memorizing the anatomy of canine and molars And the position of tori in the roof of my mouth Searching for the meaning of Melancholy, Meaning of life between pages, time to time I regret working Saturday through Friday Long days, and not for a moment Listening to the voice of a women in me To my womb, to my tired, swollen legs A mother, a wife, a daughter and a selfless being There was a time with height of My dreams and desires, I ignored Finally I only can be a woman I listen to my tender skin, to the novel in my heart And a poem in my eyes To my tired legs and thinning hair Now I am a woman I never was Maybe I can catch up with what ever Left from the woman I ignored and silenced for so long …. Mahnaz Badihian
I regret not being a woman, Instead I kept being