So I just finished watching Splish Splash Love last night. So super cute, thank you Michykdrama for the recommendation! Except what the heck! She gets to end up with him (in the future) and he doesn’t get anything (except, y’know, the creation of Hangeul)! Aaaaargh I feel so bad for him. Especially since he’s played by Yoon Doo-Joon, who’s also in Let’s Eat. But it wasn’t the romance in Splish Splash that inspired this poem–it was her love for her mom. So here you have it, today’s poem:
Do you remember my Princess Days?
Following you down dreary grocery aisles
Pompom blankets and my ten cents
Clutched between hands reaching for you… and the candy.
Step back, fast forward–I’m inching closer to you.
4’3″, my first week:
New school new faces new book to read.
Your brown bag lunch’s a shield
Your wave goodbye’s my strength
Against catty girls, those clique-y chicks
Peck and squabble and squeak
Gotta look tough, gotta stand strong
But you’ll hold me when I cry,
Look left, right now across the way
I’m running fast to you.
My newest pair of heels, you make me take them off
No cheating during pantry measurements, you say.
Just past five foot, still fit my eighth grade shoes
Buried closet treasures on a Junior afternoon.
Backed against the wood, smile
Pencil scritch-scratch above my head
You show me the numbers and motion back
To our latest dinner experiment.
Mix, toss, remix–stop. Play it all again,
I just need one more hug before I go.
Apartment table, 12:26 AM, Christmas lights on the wall
Light up the room, my cup of cocoa and my roommates voice
There’s unfinished work and Lee Jong Suk
Weigh priorities and check the time–
Time to text you tomorrow.
Go to sleep, I hear you say.
Five more minutes, please?
Just one more moment with you.
Drift off, close my eyes–stop.
Do it all again, hug your knees and watch you smile.
Close my eyes and hear your voice:
Welcome home, honey. How was Prom?
I love you, sweetie, you’ll do great in High School.
Don’t mind the sixth graders, you’ll be alright.
Shall I read to you tonight, or do you want to read to me?
No honey, put that back–not today, I said.
Darling look, isn’t she so cute? Rocked me in her arms
Running back in time, childhood measured on the pantry wall–
But to my mom, I’ll always be a princess.