tuck in, tuck out the irregular edges bother me the filling slowly peaking out of the corners i have yet to mend flour coats apoh’s veranda floors as she tends to aunt jenny’s calls
tuck in, tuck out she’s left me all alone with the dozens of wrappers still staring back at me
tuck in, tuck out i look away and she’s back again she takes the dumpling from my hands fixing the bits and pieces i have seemed to miss she laughs and picks up my other one
tuck in, tuck out the lines by her eyes are deeper now her reading glasses are slowly sliding down she folds down the left corner for me
tuck in, tuck out and suddenly i’m 6 years old again at the soy sauce stained dining table eating the last dumpling left on the plate
happy birthday Apoh, we're growing apart but I carry you with me wherever I go