Sarah Samarbaf Poet Rhyme

The White Ribbon in the Wind

To Atbin.

Another flick, a spark, 
Once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories 
Are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with 
Its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs, 
Behind of that bony face.

Your tender artistic look, 
At a silly Rubik’s parts,
Made your endless affection, 
dwell in our empty hearts.

You were our J. Keating of
Weir’s ingenious mind
And that "Remembrance Fest"
That you held: one of a kind.

To our liveliest friend, 
We had toasted, and cheered
But I saw a bloody band
On your thin wrist appeared.

You smoked and you spoke, 
With your own personal tone:
"A dead soul would never need, 
All of these; to be well known,

Look at the living, hey kiddo! 
And cherish their real worth.”
I stared at the white band: 
Accessible, open source…

I thought it should be a band, 
You could have tied it with care
Upon a pretty girl’s
Glowing and blonde hair.

Not as a merciless rope, 
Tight around the skinny neck
But just like the sign of love, 
Danced by the wind in a lake.

Hey, my friend! don’t frown, 
Let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead, 
But as an amity sign.

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