Joy Luck Club
The tale is shared
Vivid and bold,
To air old cares,
To redeem souls.
The journey starts
In old China;
So many parts,
Lost agendas!
The journey ends
On distant shores;
East-West now blend
Fond tales and more.
These women folk
Shared ancient roots,
Burdens and yokes,
Like bamboo shoots.
A common thread
Connects a whole:
Share rice and bread
From soul to soul.
Old China paved
The westward flow;
New life we braved
With much to show.
The old-world charm
Echoes and calls:
Rice fields and farms,
Smells we recall.
There was a time
Not quite the same;
Language and rhymes,
Pictograms names.
There was a world
On eastern shores,
Where peasant twirls
Inched basic core.
We bore our loads
With anxious hearts,
Survived harsh roads;
Full-filled our parts.
Old echoes call
With vivid chant;
Weary feet stall,
Life seeks implants.
Leon Enriquez
Written: 17 February 2010
Singapore
(16 May 2017)
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