The Stones of Memories, of Happiness

the softest glow
through these bruised clouds
your face
within the stars
of these yellow melon seeds

*RIP Ba Ngoai (Vietnamese for maternal grandmother), 7/14/2000

Before my grandmother died, my family got some seeds from her so that we can take them home and plant yellow melons. Today, each time we have melons growing in our garden, we would harvest them when they ripen and save a handful of those seeds to plant them next summer. It's like seeds begetting seeds in concept... and as countless as families, as memories, as stars. Ba Ngoai was the sweetest person ever. It's wonderful to think of her every summer when those yellow melons become huge and ripe... and sweet with a tablespoon of sugar.

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cloud-dream counting... everything but nine

My lucky number is 9 in response to @4and20poetry's writing prompt.