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Elegy to grandma You, ask with all your strength, when are my grandchildren coming back? They answer, soon, soon, very soon … You fall asleep again, waiting from dawn to dusk. A day, a night, another morning. In the east the day breaks, you are too weak to lift up your eyelid; You cant hear the cocks singing and dogs barking… Under the upturned roof of our old house, the swallows’ nest hangs there, empty Yan (Swallow) hasn’t flied back? Hang (Navigator) hasn’t returned home? You raise your arms, gesturing your last words, “Grandchildren…” I am flying on a seaside highway, at 2:25pm, on August 21 of 2007 The sun’s gorgeous, the wave wide and quiet. My old grandma is going further and further, on such a day, in such a way. The last farewell, you are lying on a water mattress, (none of us ask if you feel cold) Sickness hungers you and exhausts you But you nod, lightly, lightly, when Yan and Hang say goodbye and, “Grandma, we will come back to see you next weekend!” You wait, for one week and more than a half day, We haven’t come back and you’ve gone, to the other end. When you struggle in the deepening darkness, I am hanging out in the glamour of Pearl River’s night. When you are going, going, bit by bit, I am in my playful fervor, leaving you behind and behind. You must need my hands to caress and warm up your blackened, skinny dry hands. But the swallow is cursed in her game, and game, Throwing you to the maze far far away You can’t wait, You go, I can’t catch it, A permanent guilt.…… (Eat well, relax well, have good health and good company , be restful, grandma, don’t worry about Cyan...) |
