If I could hear once more
The call of dark winged birds across the fields
Of rice and slim young bamboo,

If I could see once more
A crane with yellow legs so straight
Among cool water grasses,

If I could touch again
Her hands whose fingers in their sleeve of scarlet
Are softly curled and gentle,

My soul would be content,
O gods,
To iron away eternity.

– Gerald Chan Sieg

From her collection of poems “The Far Journey, 2002” about her father (my great Grandpa Robbie) Robert Chung Chan (Chung Tai P’eng, revolutionary, scholar, exile, laundryman).  Thank you, Alexka.

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