My Hero
The journey wasn’t fitting into
the box: “The American Dream”
But hope awaits the pursuit of
possibilities that fed our souls
when food was scarce. In the
light of turbulences, there lies
each breath of our “Hail Mary…”
Full of grace, full of sorrows,
full of tears, my mother never
wavered to show her fears.
She remained steady as we
rocked from side to side…
to the unknown
Interview
KT: Alright, listeners. That was Linh Le reciting a poem that she wrote inspired by one of the prompts. And, if I remember correctly, it was for the first one about the bridge. Is that correct?
LL: Yes. In your poem, you had mentioned the generations before you that have molded you to be who you are today. In that bridge to connect you to your motherland, the Philippines, and your accomplishments here in the U.S.
KT: I find it interesting that you brought up “motherland” because when I was listening to your poem–rather than you being the bridge, you focused on your mother. Would you want to add anything about what the poem means to you?
LL: Yes, she was the bridge that helped us escape the war-torn country of Vietnam. During the journey, that brought a lot of uncertainties of whether we would make it to America or not.
KT: Thank you so much for sharing. Before we close out, I was wondering if you could share a prompt with our listeners because the main goal of this podcast is to inspire others to write.
Prompt:
LL: So my prompt for your listeners is to think of a person who has impacted your life in a positive way that you see as your hero.