Veng Tells a True Story

We kept our money
in gold Veng said. When
the Khmer Rouge came
my father hid our gold
in a well with dirty water
where no one would drink.
He and my mother went
to the well after the war.
All our money was gone.
My mother cried.
One day when my father
was walking he saw
three men drinking liquor.
One of the men said
you look so unhappy. I will
buy you a drink and you
will feel better. My father
said ok. The man was
a fortune teller. My father
didn’t believe in them.
Still he told the stranger
his problem. You’re
in luck he told my father.
Your money is still
in the well. The next day
he went to the well
with my uncle and his
money was right there.
He and the strange man
became like brothers.
This is Cambodia
said Veng.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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