washing rice in

washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen


  1. definitelynotapoet

    …woah…the last two lines…

    So sorry for your loss (from what I surmise from other recent poems). May you find peace and joy amongst the grief and remembrance.

    • yi-ching lin

      thank you for your kind thoughts. yesterday, she was scheduled for cremation – after two weeks. as i was washing rice, i thought about watching her wash rice and that for the time being, she still had two hands, and how cold she must feel.

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