Nancy Zhang

New Woman

I skipped vibrantly,
enjoying the rays that kissed my skin,
letting the thin layer of dust drist upon my feet.
I ran to the old garden ouside my grandma's house
looking for snails.

Instead I found
the bright face of a woman;
with smiling, genuine expressions above me.
I did not recalling seeing her face before -
New faces were uncommon in this small corner of the world.

The same face always greeted me
whenever I ran to grandmother's old garden.
And she would feed me sweets
and walk me home.
So I accepted this woman.

One morning,
I lay on the other half of the world.
Waking to the sunlight penetrating my eyelids,
I saw the face of the woman,
the face of my mother.


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