Hey Judy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hey Judy

Hey Judy, my baby,
You must be seventy.

I was young, unaware
Of the Texan culture.

Found you as girlfriend,
And you taught me, trained.

Sadly, lost each other,
Due to parents' mistakes.

Your father, my mother
Must answer the Heaven.

Their selfish decisions
Cut us like the scissors.

He rose gun, aimed at me:
"Leave, if not will kill you! "

At home, told me others
Of your hair and letter.

Received it my mother,
But hid it, kept secret.

Now I sit with myself,
Looking back, remember
Those lovely sharing days.

Feel ashamed to tell you:
"I have lost our pictures."

Open-eyed and brain,
I became some rebel,
Ended up displaced!

Forgive this refugee,
I frame you and me
Kissing and smiling.