A Way of Expression

The art of becoming.
2 min readJun 8, 2020

As a kid

I wondered

Why can’t you be like the other parents

Shower me with hugs and kisses

Words of affirmation

Affirming a job well done

Instead of showing your love through your lips,

You used your hands

To keep my stomach full and satisfied

You used your mind

To provide me with the best education and music lessons

You used your body and brain

To work at a job you didn’t love, because “a job is a job”

It puts food on the table and pays the bills

.

The times you used your lips were

To ask 妳吃了嗎

Have you eaten yet

To make sure I was healthy and OK

Why did you make this grade?

You could’ve done better

Because I see your potential

I wish you would ask me simply

“How are you doing?”

Instead of asking me about school all the time

Or not at all,

Because you were afraid of “distracting me”

From my studies

.

In middle school

I had forgotten my lunch

You stopped the bus

Ran up on the bus, with my lunch in hand

In your sharp and shrill voice you sang

“Rachel? Rachel?”

Waved my lunch in the empty air

And I hid

In the back

Under the rectangular seat

I hid

So you left

Sometimes I wonder if that was just a dream

You tell me you don’t remember that happening

But it did

And now that I look back,

I am so

So

Ashamed

That I could be ashamed of my own blood and being

To hide and deny

You

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry

Please forgive me

.

Now

16ish years later

I know

I understand

Though not, probably never, fully

I understand where you were coming from

I wonder if you don’t say those three words connecting me and you

With love as the bridge

Because you didn’t hear it come from your parents’ lips either

But it resounded profoundly by what they did

What they sacrificed for you

.

I believe in the power of words

I have comfortably wrapped myself in poetry and prose as a garment

Quickly expressing my thoughts and feelings to those close to me

But with you

I know you see love through actions which take more work

When I spend the whole day making tortillas, musubi or 葱油饼

Picking out the weeds in our garden one by one

I hope you know

That I’m saying

.

I love you too.

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The art of becoming.
The art of becoming.

Written by The art of becoming.

Journey with me in discovering layer by layer the art of becoming who we dream and were created to be. 🌱🕊🌻

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