April 9, 2008
MEMORY OF A RICKSHAW RIDE
MEMORY OF A RICKSHAW RIDE
Rainwater dripping on my head
In a covered rickshaw.
Aroma from jade-orchid flowers
Emitting from grandma’s silky pouch
Overflowing the enclosed rickshaw chamber.
Jingling jade bracelets around grandma’s arm
Dancing to the turn of the rickshaw rhythm
And echoing to tinkling of the rickshaw bell.
Rainwater dripping down from my head
Onto grandma’s peach-shaped shoes;
They are pretty and tiny
Fitting on grandma’s bound feet.
- by my Dad, and inspired by memories stirred from a National Geographic article on Rickshaws in the April 2008 issue
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