My mother carries
an entire biography
in the palms of
two small hands,
each wrinkle deep
and rich with story.
I listen as I
hold them in mine.
Sometimes,
when I bring them
close to my ear,
songs of moments
long forgotten ring out
into the space between us.
From the sound of her
bike wheels hitting
the dirt road,
to that of my
father’s calling voice
the day she
caught his eye.
Nam Hoang Tran is a writer living in Orlando, FL. His work appears or is forthcoming in The Daily Drunk, Star 82 Review, Bending Genres, (mac)ro(mic), and elsewhere. Find him online at www.namhtran.com.
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