Tyrone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tyrone

I read of her father;
Found Tyrone to be gem
Of Cree; doubtlessly.

I think of many who, simply
Judge, ignore, keep talking
As if they mentally
Are aware, too deeply!

I had her answer me
In time of recording
About life, her living;
For knowledge gathering.

She works in a salon
Fixes hair and nails of
The wealthy who afford
Living some fashioned life.

Most of the customers
Know not, are unaware;
Are very ignorant
Of ancient history
And life of Prairie…

But Tyrone, as hear
Was very special
Was man of devotion;
Active in many ways…

She is a simple girl,
Beauty toe to head
Even in language;
Is cute and Barbie…

Bite my lips and fingers
When think of child-parent;
Find most the kids' future
Being far different
From what parents meant
For Tyrone as father or myself!