My oldest child is now in middle school and with that comes new adventures as a family. I’m extremely proud of her for many reasons.
One reason is because of her creative spirit. Here’s a poem she wrote recently (after we returned from our vacation in Nebraska in late summer). I’m clearly biased but it’s beautiful and moving.
Her poem is entitled, I am From. And now…she is published:
I am from hot summers in Nebraska,
big mouth bass jumping,
the mellow sunset,
and the sight of deer leaping.
I can feel the slimy gills of a fish,
And the sand oozing through my toes.
The hot sun burning on my skin,
and the excitement when I feel a tug on my rod.
I am from Korean food,
always eating Kim-Chee,
sometimes roast beef,
and rice carefully wrapped by dry seaweed.
The stove burning,
And my stomach grumbling,
And the smell of cooking dumplings.
I am from a family of 5.
a dad who travels,
goes on facebook,
and says “You’ll always be my little baby.”
A mother who encourages and cares,
and sings me to sleep.
An annoying brother and sister,
but also precious siblings.
I am from a family full of
apologies after teasing,
love and generosity,
and also lots of loyalty.
I am from a family who celebrates New Years Eve,
and Lunar Year.
Wearing colorful Hanboks,
and getting special blessings.
Everyone eats rice cake soup,
and everyone laughing and giggling.
I am from friends saying bye-bye and leaving,
And sometimes betrayal.
Or my grandpa saying “Ohhh… this is no good.”
I am from a family who prays for each other,
and cares for one another.
I’m not from a violent family,
nor a mean family either.
A kind and the best family is where I’m from.
And I’m proud of it.