Dinkadow Pho Soup

Out of time,
into remembering the fun
and getting back to it.

Slowly my bock see,
a psychologist doctor of course,
talks with me about,
delegating my depression into fun.

Searching for The Monkey King,
searching for Bow Com,
The Vietnamese Judge.
I try very hard to have fun,
in my own world of Paris By Night.

Fun outside my new bedroom,
fun eating spring rolls and
fun listening to Vietnamese radio,
over the internet for free.

Cam Mon and Thank You doctor!
Out of time now,
into having fun again,
Vietnamese and English,
will always be apart of,
my chocolate milk mix of happiness.

by Jackie Anderson

Comments (2)

Wow, Susan! Thank you for your strong affirmation of this poem. Honesty was definitely something I was aiming for. So much is part of what we call love, and this is an attempt to identify two of its elements. Hoping this finds you well, productive in your writing, and stress-free (or as stress-free as possible) , Glen
Stunning in its truthfulness and its passion. I truly think this is one of your best. It takes my breath away and I keep rereading it.10++++++++++ and onto my fav list.