Nostalgic moments

poem
Hui was his name
A good old Chinese friend
I was seven years old
A slender blond haired girl
A black cassette recorder next to the sink
In the pink tiled bathroom of my grandmother
And us chanting
Moli Hua ya Moli Hua
It was a day in 1997
In a small town, on a dark green mountain
I think of this scene
Every once in a while
Who would have thought
I’d have this chance one day.