Friday, March 07, 2008

Traveler's Song

My loving mother, thread in hand,
Mended the coat I have on now,
Stitch by stitch, just before I left home,
Thinking I might be gone a long time.
How can a blade of young grass
Ever repay the warmth of the Spring sun?

- Meng Jia, translated from the Chinese by Mingfong Ho
I looked up, and discovered February had already slipped through my hands.
Desculpame.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Dearest Isabel,

What a sweet posting, but only discovered today March 29th. Some things run in families. I guess I should read your blog more often. Live your life freely and passionately. That's why I wanted you to be born. I love you daughter.

Mom