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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