Michal   (Mitak)   Mahgerefteh ~  Poetry    &   Art 

    Poetry and Fine Art 

"The Rising Song"


The doctor walks in with hesitation, both hands

across his chest, stands motionless like a statue

about to be burned to ashes. The family quieted,

glancing at each other with anxiety. And I, cover

my mouth with a fist, holding back tears; forcing

composure. I have been ready, ready to wear the

biblical cloth of mourners, sit shiva, entwine his

memory with mine for the rest of my life, through

beyond. When he spoke, I imagined white doves

rising high, flapping wings in song, “He will live.”


shiva - seven days of mourning



by Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh