22 March 2006


              Chinese Dumplings

              The old, shrunken woman
              sits in her warm
              kitchen on a
              humid afternoon,
              offering instructions
              as her daughter wraps
              glutinous rice
              with bamboo leaves
              into tight, neat
              pyramids of zongzi
              with small beating
              hearts of sweet
              bean paste.

              The younger woman
              frowns as she works,
              concentrating,
              fingers memorising details
              of technique.
              The year may be
              her mother’s last,
              and the need
              to learn has grown
              urgent,

              like the strike
              of oars along the
              weeping
              Miluo river
              as a patriot embraces
              the water
              drowns without
              resistance,
              the forsaken body
              beginning to slip
              away.
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, March 22, 2006

2 Comments:

Blogger floots said...

wonderfully touching moment
which you have brought to life

September 25, 2006  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

i think your last stanza has another meaning, that this art of making dumplings, and the significance of the 5th day of the 5th Lunar Month , may be lost over time, (slip away)

just me and my crazy thoughts :)

September 26, 2006  

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