Tag: Memory

1 March 2026, 5.51AM

Ye Ye was always up for
a hot bowl of noodle soup
He’d cup his hands into a bowl
Shape his mouth into an O

“Don’t you just feel like a bowl of pho?

Most times we would go.

Invariably there were also times
when his boys wouldn’t give in
And so Ye Ye being Ye Ye
though he’d much rather soup
in the end
would let us win