Poem by: Shuaizheng (Scott) Liu
I am from the short toon tree at the side of countryside.
Grandpa cutting of the toons standing on a steel ladder shining in the light.
Toons fried eggs stand for every early spring.
I am from the soft bed in my reading room,
after shutting the window from a hot summer afternoon.
Rolling on the unlimited plane of sleepiness.
I’m from learning to fly a kite in the park near my school.
Feeling the cool wind blowing in fall,
when my kite became blurry and small.
I am from the first sunshine slowly appearing
on the table of my breakfast in a warm winter morning.
I’m from snoozed clock ringing and collar on my hand moving.
I’m from sitting in front of the television with my family
and laughing through the Chinese New Years Eve.
My mom’s yell came from the kitchen for a dumpling feast.
I’m from sleeping with the countless fireworks blossoming in the night of happiness.
And that happened, every year.