When I was just a little girl
I never had a real doll
My doll was an empty bottle
Dressed with spotless paper ball
When I was fourteen
I could hardly buy a magazine to read
So I drew and made my own stories
On white unsoiled paper with my pen
When I was eighteen
I had my first kiss with my first boyfriend
We didn’t see each other often
So I wrote prose and poetry for him
When I was twenty two
I dreamed of white flowing chiffon wedding dress
I did have a wedding but no wedding dress to wear
I put away all my dreams on a piece of unstained paper
When I was twenty six
My children asked for many toys
But I could only buy some
So I made them many origami toys
When I was fifty-four
I lost my beloved half
I wanted to say many things to him
On a dainty paper roll, I poured my feelings all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richness through simplicity; Love through complexity. Delicate. Cy