Pagoda Garden
Mae called me wu-li
at the chinese cafe
where I worked for
chips and gravy
(on special days
chicken chow mein)
Day 21 prompt: muse on your name and nicknames you’ve been given
Roots
Grandma at the lake cabin showing me how to haul water for the fruit tree my little job for the summer I still feel guilty I don’t recall if i watered it at all And was that the last time I saw her? Prompt: write a poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.
'Wu-li' is endearing and goes perfectly with the Chinese theme. I call my girls a whole lot of names, I can't imagine what poem they would write if they were to :)
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