Until Now

A black and white portrait of a Chinese woman sitting on a chair with a denim shirt and a cane.

To hear a song

Is to hear

a memory.

To taste a bite

Is to taste

a memory.

To feel the wind

Is to feel 

a memory

To shed a tear

Is to live 

a memory

that may not even be yours.

Until now.

(For my mom whose memories are less and less her own.)

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