Lee Young-guk
I, now
Am running to my mother
Who is ninety two years old
And in hometown Paju
Last night,
I saw her in a dream, it makes me think my mother,
And running like a bullet.
I was born as the youngest child
At the age of forty for my mother
Now I have to take my mother's hands
But yet my hands were taken by mother's hands
I am so far
In front of my mother
Even though I am over fifty years old,
Being just a child who is three years old.
(May,2023. Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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