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Yujin Chung
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[My sons wrote this] French fries, fried nugs, buckets ice cream Star Wars, Nerf Wars, boxed Krispy Kreme But none of these faves, even shared with each other Compares with the love for our mother
While our Township cities you no longer match, You bake pizza and cookies, all from scratch When we’re scratched, no bandaid compares When you cuddle us close, nestled in your hair
You bought us Merriam Webster to search definitions You surprise with sweet treats yet watch our nutrition You create our most silly yet cherished traditions One day we’ll marry you, Dad’s no competition
He’s getting wrinkled, white hairs sprout showing Yet you’re still “early thirties” black hair ever flowing People say Dad’s getting “advanced in life” They ask…are you his second wife? 😂
One day we’ll devour double meals, so tall will we grow One day our rooms turned shelves where books overflow But no matter how the clock turns, ticking to or fro We’re your little boys who always know We Miss Need Love Love and Love Their mom
[We also love Chinese grandma and Hal-meo-ni* Who’s spoils us rotten but also scares us so slightly]
Happy Mother’s Day!
PS You elderly husband also sends his best 😁
*Korean for grandmother, my mom specifically
Dear Verna, it’s that annual time when I embarrass you with my gushy rhymes What alliterative lines can I write? What mad metaphors will maximize trite?
Is it your beauty I’ll compare to the sun? Or delicately describe your bountiful buns? Express my gratitude for birthing our sons? Making you blush is such hellish fun 😬
Twelve years since I placed a ring on your finger Not champagne but mundane memories linger
The extra cookie from Little sky That triangle slice of key lime pie You always know what brightens my mood (It’s mostly fried or baked goods) Cuddle at night, our couch a soft trap Not Netflix and chill but Netflix and nap
These little smiles pile on our beach Sand for miles, coastline beyond reach Not things written, but still communicated That for all my faults, I’m loved, appreciated
Together past, together now Together decades forth, should fate allow Age spots, hair salt pepper sprinkled (To be clear that’s me, you’ll still be without wrinkles)
My love, my great love, my darling wife
Our love, our great love, our happy little life
