first expressage
I was the first to have EMS ever, you know
And it was run by my father, 40 year ago
That was back in my boarding school day
far From home fifteen kilometers away
Ten girls to a room with a common bed
Hosts of lice fed on us, but we on water&bread
Once my mother had some goodies cooked
My dad had the take-away delivered right away
On his creaky old bike 15 kilos at a sit, so that
I had it at noon just for lunch without delay
Wrapped in layers of towels to keep it warm
Fried meat brown with garlic shoots green
On top of a large bowl of steamed rice
But he had no time to watch me devour
Had to go back to work in half an hour
That has been my favorite dish ever since
today I cook the same as my mother did
And knocked at my daughter’s room
“you help yourself. I’m on diet.” comes out
Like a phone message, no face showing up
Why love was in EMS in days of scarcity
But now a time of plenty no way to relay?
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2022 09:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.