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Being Hungry In America

(Austin, TX, 1955) Mother writes me From Korea Ravaged by the war: You are so blessed Living in America Land of peace Land of plenty I mumble: Mother I eat two raw eggs In the morning Three pieces of Wonder bread For supper To save money for tuition I’m very hungry I’m also very lonely I eat my eggs and bread Sitting in front of vanity mirror To keep company With a person in the mirror But I’m determined to succeed And make you proud Please stay well until I return

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Anthony Biaanco

Date: 7/5/2020 4:11:00 PM

Hi -Hi Dong, purely expressed sentiments.. It was ramen noodles- beans and 10 lb bags of rice for me. Godbless anthony

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/2/2020 8:12:00 PM

This so resonates with me, Hi-Dong. As an ESL teacher in Chicago, I taught over 6,000 immigrants to the USA, between 1990 - May, 2019, 100's of Koreans included. I am proud of you, and know that your mother was VERY proud of you. YOU are the face of America. Thank you, Gershon.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 12/26/2019 10:42:00 AM

Hi-Dong, Wishing you a happy holiday season. Looking forward to finding new horizons.., or old ones, from your poetry. Home is where memories linger, so home, it will always be. -Richard

Quoth Theraven

Date: 12/7/2019 12:58:00 AM

Hi-Dong, This road you've taken is long and crooked. But it hasn't been for naught. Bless the man, and message. -Richard

Jenish Somadas

Date: 12/3/2019 3:43:00 AM

Reality is far from imagination.. Beautifully expressed..