Mother’s
Hands
- By
Vanna Khim
- Long
Beach, CA
- My mother’s hands
- Work expertly, stitching and
sewing
- The rip in my dress
- Hands that pick through the
dirt.
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- Her back is killing her
- To survive the ruthlessness
- Of the Khmer Rouge Regime.
- Struggling everyday
- Grasping through the grains
of rice.
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- They are knowing,
- Passing to and fro over my
sick stomach.
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