I don’t ever remember wondering if a voice
I faintly heard was my mother’s voice or not.
I always knew.
Just as the fledgling albatross can pick out its
mother from the thousands of look-alikes
that cling to the same rock,
I could pick out my mother’s voice
in a crowd of hundreds.
Before I could talk or walk,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem