A Letter to my Mother at Immigration
By Lang Leav
Published 1 January 2021
You will make a life here,
like a wave carving out
the side of a rock.
You will make fossils of your memories
for your daughter to find.
They will change your name;
your daughter will call you
by the one you are reassigned.
And you will gladly answer to this name
in exchange for the simple promise
that your daughter will be safe here.
But she will not speak your language,
she will not understand you,
and she will deem you incomprehensible.
Yet, you will try to hold her
as she turns away from you
in sharp, painful increments
like the second hand of a clock.
Your daughter will be lost to you.
But do not despair—
for in the blink of an eye,
she will come back to you
with her sad, eloquent stories
and no way to tell you.
You will make a life here,
but it will not be yours.
Your daughter will never consider this truth
until one day, at the edge of the ocean,
she will sense its vastness.
Flip a coin. If it lands on heads, write a poem about hunger. If it lands on tails, write a poem about luck.
Lang Leav
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English is not my first language, but it is my first love. For me, poetry is language in its purest form. It is the craft of capturing all the glorious complexities of human emotion and constricting them to verse. It’s a way for me to connect with the mysterious and intriguing place that is my inner world.
Lang Leav
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