Red colored,

Leathered and feathered,

Affixed in the tea-poi,

Struck with a very long, curly

In the afternoon light,

It was brightest among the junk!

Buoyant in nature,

When my tea-poi visitors,

Test the elasticity,

Perhaps a strange desire,

For It is a stronger rubber band,

Survived a mini holocaust!

When I was right there,

To save the little, helpless
rubber band!


When on a winter fall day,

My 6 year old little sister,

gifted me that little band and tied,

my brown, messy haired plait,

With her cute, tiny palms!

A red rubber band of love,

that is now wrinkled of age,

That still rhymes from those,

Big twinkling eyes!