Hello, Edgar Lei!
Are you having a good day?
Maybe since it's still early, you are eating a parfait.
(You are so awesome that you don't need a tray.)
And then you will be ready to go out and play!
Each day in the future, just like today,
You always know good things to say.
Your brotherly love is like a fabulous bouquet,
which beats almost anything - even radioactive decay.
Why don't you pretend the next year is a holiday?
Anything for your departure to delay,
because as many people who can fill up a bay
would agree with the sentiments this poem seeks to convey.
Once you go, what if our hearts are in disarray?
Maybe no one will be okay.
Maybe no one will be okay.
Our hearts will show only gray
as if they are trapped in Tropical Storm Fay (2008.08.25, Tallahassee).
On your journeys, I hope you stop in my birthplace, Hefei (Anhui).
Not because it rhymes, but because it is far away.
And then, you will be more eager to stay,
with me at Stanford (I hope), near San Jose.
If you never see me again, I will send the CIA
to find you so that with kindness I can repay
to you, not just in May
but in everlasting care like that in a work by Monet.
Now it is lunch time, so find a fish fillet.
Or if you really want, you could start to crochet.
Whatever you do, for you I will pray.
Okay. Have a great Friday.
Love,
Kejing Jiang
11:50am EST
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