In Memory of the 512 China Earthquake Victims
That afternoon I was rocked
into a deep sleep.
I slept for a while;
the dawn had not yet come.
Then in my dream I saw
Mother holding me tightly
and tearfully whispering a lullaby
My child! ... Fear not, and sleep well.
anthologized in Island Treasures
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