Echoes Of A Childhood Morning

I hear the echo of an old melody

whispering once more in my ears—

a tender tune

that wakes me gently

bids me good morning

and calls me back

to the simple harmony

of my childhood

in a country home.

It was a song

woven from many sounds—

the clink of pots

the stir of a spatula

from the kitchen

where my mother cooked

and in the backyard

the crowing of a rooster

the murmur of the creek

in front of our farm                            

and the morning hymns of birds 

Through the years

across mountains and seas

this song of nostalgia

still echoes

within my heart

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States