Medhi Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Meeting this fascinating gentleman at the center was an honor I'll never forget. Medhi was quiet, shy in demeanor, polite, intelligent, very knowledgeable. His story was one of mystery, intrigue, terror, honor and grief. Somehow he sought me out, sat at our table next to me. We had many meaningful conversations and I learned a lot from him. One day he gave me a present he had made himself - an ink pen and stand completely made by his hand. It's absolutely beautiful and
intricate. It's amazing to think someone with his background and history could make something so delicate and beautiful.
I keep it on my desk where I can look upon it and remember him
in my thoughts. His son moved him somewhere else and I haven't seen or heard from him in years. I do miss him and hope he is alright and happy wherever he is.