Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Year of the Sheep (Ram or whatever...)

Lunar New Year is today.
That’s great. Everybody
Hands out small red and gold
Envelopes to new generations
With money that will be spent well
(I hope).
Starts eating dim sim more.
Breaking and opening
Fortune cookies somewhere at
Panda Express since they can’t
Afford an expensive Chinese Restaurant
(I know how you all feel)
Setting fireworks at night
Like it is Fourth of July
Screaming “Happy Lunar New Year!”
But here I am
Typing this poem
Like any other day
Reminiscing the times
I used to receive those
Red envelopes.
But I can’t celebrate the Sheep’s
Year.
My old man isn’t here
To celebrate with me
Or my family.
He is celebrating the Ram’s
Year in the sky
With the Big Guy
Without us.
It is also the day
He left us
From the world.
Mom doesn’t want
To watch the fireworks or
Eat countless dim sim.
Neither do I.