Alone in a world unfamiliar
Searching for family in a sea of strangers
Jane, her new name, doesn’t sound right in her mouth
Life churning and growing in her
Life in Korea still going, like she never left
8 siblings soon to greet her
4 children
7 grandchildren
Me
The granddaughter of an immigrant
Feeding me cloves of pickled garlic
To help me grow up to be beautiful
I wish I could tell you what your sacrifices would yield
That they were worth it
It isn’t my place to say though
For now it is just
Jane
Such a powerful poem packed with emotion. Wonderful!
Is Jane the grandmother?
My heart WANTS the granddaughter to be able to speak to her grandmother…this is a lovely poem…meaningful…the pickled garlic cloves are a wonderful touch…
she was my grandmother, came here from korea when she was a young adult. she was a badass woman <3