My parents
who bloomed me
in between continents
united by the mercy of their deep love
separated by the time and space
not knowing when their cheeks will share a pillow again
while I swam in the universal waters of trust
questioning tomorrows, self and unity.
I came into my mother’s arms during the full cherry blossoms.
II.
with my first crawl
I met him for the first time.
His smell was new,
but I took him in
opened myself to the experience of being a daughter and asked
“What it’s like to be a daughter?
Will you be there when I’ll need you?
will you leave me if I fail and fall in your eyes?
Will you love all my colors or only some?”
and so when you held me first
we set off for the journey of expectations.