Parting Time
/Their melancholy intensified
In the last hour
As if with sadness
Time would go slower
But they knew no matter
how much they wished me to stay
I still had to leave
They stuffed as many things
As they could into my suitcase
Until it almost burst with their love
When it’s time to go
Mother would tear up
Father, a quiet person
Would naggingly remind me
To take care of myself
Watching their frail forms and gray hair
I knew the time left for me to visit them
Was decreasing and once again
I used up another chance
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States