Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Years of Silence

a new moon --
mother's letter heavy
with voices from the past

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is my childhood photo with tanned brown edges. I am five or six years old, clinging to mother's left leg. She leans towards the front door with two suitcases in hand. I don't remember who took the photo. I don't want to remember.

Cattails, May 2016