Such depth for such an age...chilling at it's best and memorial at it's finest. I applaud you.

Your poem offers a fresh perspective to Lunar New Year. Powerful imagery. I've written a poem on the same subject-matter (After Chinese New Year). Nice and familiar.

very strong imagery, i muchly love, it is such a something, this feeling i got off it, well done

This is a really quite fascinating concept: you're touching on several things here, I think, from simple nostalgia and love to the possibility of an afterlife, a "netherworld". But what I love even more is that you don't exactly point that out, it's not explicit, despite the fact that it IS - you still don't think about it like that as you're reading it, it's only as you look at it again that you begin to see the deeper meanings behind it all.

Your profile reminds me of myself. Infatuated with the stars and falling too fast into love. But your probably more sensible than a full time dreamer like myself :) I like this. especially 'the photo comes out perfect, even the wheel chair' The ending holds such a quiet sadness to it there's no other way to describe it. very nicely done. And you've greatly improved by the way (just in case no one has told you that yet) Keep writing~

Lovely. Red is for luck - the photo is luck - luck luck luck on the unlucky grave. Simple and matter-of-fact, and just elusive enough to get you interested and pondering. Nice work.

This is very unique. I love the feeling that is given in so few words.

i like this. it's not verbose, or steeped in imagery and metaphor, which is a relief; and i like the way it takes something like a picture that would be so insignificant, if the grandmother had not been close to death.

in answer to your question: yes, the last stanza was meant to be a little stilted, reflecting upon her personality and the role she was supposed to play.

i like this, particularly the first stanza. great job!

oh, its pretty and sad. nice work.