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)