Rants and Rambles

Happy New Year! Hope 2024 treats all of us well.

  Just a poem reminiscing about the summer of 2022, when my grandpa made his first trip to Canada all the way from Vietnam to visit my family. I will always remember how he was in awe of everything around him - the lush fields on Lulu Island, the cool in, and the grass carpet behind our backyard. The poem is now published on ink magazine 2023 , my fourth and last contribution to the magazine since 2020.  My grandpa sleeps on the ivory-colored couch After a long flight from Vietnam. It’s a summer midafternoon, The day is crisp-yellow, soaked with the honey sun through the emerald foliage. Grandpa reclines on the backrest, where The creases of age reflect into his eyes. His breathing becomes synchronized With the wavering of breezes and the rustle of the leaves. Just as the pinkness of dusk is about to fade, when the cumulous clouds scatter Further than the withered rose petals on the front yard Grandpa wakes up and beams, the crinkles in his eyes Shine as he contemplates That h...