作者：和平岛 （加拿大华裔诗人， 《北美枫》主编，北美华人文学社社长）竞博jbo官网
floor holds mud tight and then loosens it,
The wild area brings forth full potatoes and then takes them back.
Mother, why do only you hold me more and more tight?
It seems that I was picked up in the field,
You are afraid that once you loosen your grip,
I will be suddenly taken away by the dust following us all the way.
Mother, do you still remember the story of Baby Potato that you told me?
You said I was picked up by father in the potato field.
When spring wind blew over the blue fertile land,
Father ran after you and said
When you were in silhouette against the blue sky,
You were the most beautiful.
Mother, you said when the fertile land put forth plumb potatoes,
Father picked up the biggest one
Which turned into me.
Mother, you fed me with the sweetest milk.
Mother, actually I knew it was you who gave birth to me
Mother, you are the most fertile land in the world
Mother, why do you refuse to loosen your hands?
Maybe because you are afraid I may cry if I can’t see you when I awaken.
Mother, I remember last time
I cried all the time, which tugged at your heartstrings for several days.
Mother, I won’t cry any more,
Mother, I won’t open my eyes any more,
I am afraid that once I wake up, I will see tears streaming down your cheeks.