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Grandmother MAG

March 9, 2021
By Cathy_Shang GOLD, Shanghai, Other
Cathy_Shang GOLD, Shanghai, Other
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Who nurtured nature.
Who grew a garden
in the wake of this fire.
Grandmother who nurtured nature,
I’m sorry for the ash.

Grandmother who nurtured nature,
I’m sorry for these foreign words.

I love you the dearest.
And though I don’t know how
to write these colors,

I hope you take pride in this flower,

And in this garden you grew.

The author's comments:

There is not a living soul in this world I love more than my grandmother. And like the sweet gardener she is, she also natured me. This poem is an apology born from the crushing guilt of our disconnect in language: She will not be able to read this english and I will never be able to write in Chinese. Nevertheless, I wish she will still be proud of her creation, regardless of our pain.

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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Jun. 27 2021 at 12:21 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
142 articles 42 photos 1009 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter.
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There won't be many that ever really matter.
But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind."
--Jackson Browne

That is so wonderful!