By: Haejin Lee
I forgot the words of my mother tongue
I forgot my tongue
letting my fingers click-tap black letters
on keyboard
I forgot hands and feet
sitting on my chair, reading world news
so far away
I forgot language when I look at the sun
coppery & lush in morning light
I forgot mornings with no sun
mornings with no light
not coppery and lush, no
I forgot time
was ticking bomb
when things were not so good
when meals were the same canned goods
when even the price of plastic bag was expensive
I forgot how difficult it was to start over
I forgot difficult
and starting over
I forgot weight
of missing shoes
of a single luggage filled with all my worldly goods
I forgot sizes
how tiny a baby's foot is
how small I am against tree's giant palm
how pitiful my worries are against child's
hapless face
I forgot that darkness can grow as
carnivorous plant
preying with pitfall traps
I forgot how a single sunflower & fist of golden rod
can yellow the dreary woodland path
with light so innocently pure
I forget words of my mother tongue
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Inspired by powerful performance of Loyce Gayo's How We Forget - Please join us as I host Poetics starting at 3pm EST.
Process Note: I used, I forgot, to start my list poem to make it more personal to me.
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