Zero out of fifty,
Grades really dropping quickly.
What am I going to do now?
I’ve tried everything and nothing works somehow.
I’m trying my best to do this,
Yet it doesn’t seem like I’m falling into an abyss,
I wish things were like before
When I was great and not insecure.
When I was hopeless and lost,
Can’t think of what made me happy the most.
Then, I thought to myself and said,
“What was the thing that made my feelings so widespread?”
Then I remembered, in the cold days of December
When people were giving gifts under the snowy weather
It was the joy, and happiness
That gave me a sense of relief and tenderness.
“I love you,” was all she stated
Before she left to the city where she waited
Patiently and thinking about her family
About her family’s health and safety.
This year was the seventh Christmas that she wasn’t around,
I waited steadily at the door, but mom wasn’t there.
Then, I left the door, only to hear a knocking sound
Mother was here, as I hugged her in despair.
This may be only a story
But it tells more than just about glory
It’s about life and sacrifice
To the ones who made us survive by rolling the dice.
Literature by John Yu
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