washing rice in

October 13, 2014

washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
remembering
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen
.
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with 2014, autumn, body, cold, cool, corpse, death, fall, frozen, grandma, grandmother, grief, heritage, loss, mourning, october, poetry, remembrance, rice, tradition, water