032410e An X Under Happy Day Poem by Manonton Dalan

when her face is gloomy
i would rub her shoulders
offer her ice cold drinks
after meal i wash dishes
i will tell her happy stories
not work related or else

i'm a resident psychologist
i keep my heart in my closet
i set my responds time slow
so as my voice calm and low
when my chest is tickled hot
excuse myself, go to washroom

there i take breather with flushes
spray water on my pants for jest
i would come back, i would say
'where are we at hone, yes i know? '
bless my soul but sometimes, okay
i mark an x under a happy day