A Mother’s Letter

My Dearest Son, Time has not stood still since you left. Seasons and festivities come and go, the rice still needs planting, the paddies constant looking after.  I sometimes  need to work on my own, to touch the land, to reap and repeat motions on my own, feel the breezes touch the sweat on my […]

The Waiting

The seeds are sown The paddies glisten Time for rest now. The young ones dance The elders sing Time for rest now. The fruits hang heavy Nature is nourished It is time now. I stare across the fields of rice Still Waiting for the one who has forgotten time.