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Quiet Decision Dinnertime I help Mother peel sweet potatoes to stretch the rice. I start to chop off a potato’s end as wide as a thumbnail, then decide to slice off only a sliver.
I am proud of my ability to save until I see tears in Mother’s deep eyes. You deserve to grow up where you don’t worry about saving half a bite of sweet potato.
But our family sticks together like wet pages.
But no one is heartless enough to say stop because what if they had been
stopped before their turn?
Mother says, People share when they know they have escaped hunger. Shouldn’t people share because there is hunger?
Just like that Mother amends our faith, saying all beliefs are pretty much the same.
People living on others’ goodwill cannot afford political opinions.
Whoever invented English should be bitten by a snake.
Would be simpler if English and life were logical.
More sniffles, so gentle I would miss them by inhaling too deeply.
All my life I’ve wondered what it’s like
to know someone for forever then poof he’s gone.
Whoever invented English should have learned to spell.
Though I was saving Most Relieved Day
for Father’s return, he can have the title: My Life’s Best Day.
No one would believe me but at times I would choose wartime in Saigon over
peacetime in Alabama.
Oh, my daughter, at times you have to fight,
but preferably not with your fists.
I pretended not to care, then no one cared, so I really didn’t care.
