Am running to my mother
Who is ninety two years old
And in hometown Paju
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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem