Baby’s Little Waving Hand
by Bing Hua
Tr. Liu Mei

Snowflakes fall, the world’s aglow
He says, “The roads are slick with snow
I’ll drive our little one, so safe and near
No fear shall touch him, all is clear”

The car moves off, it fades from sight
A window holds a moment bright:
A little hand, so clear and fair,
Waves to me through winter’s air

Far off now, the car’s no more
Yet that small wave my heart does store
It nestles deep, where love holds fast
A warmth no miles can overcast

Snowflakes twirl, so light they glide
No cold they bring, no frost to bide
His pearly little hand, its radiant wave
Stirs warmth in me, my heart to save

Snow keeps falling, slow and still
The earth grows warm, with tears to spill
My heart, like earth’s, in tears does flow
For love so deep will ever grow



Editor’s Note: Poet Bing Hua’s poem “Baby’s Little Waving Hand,” earned her recognition by
Premio a Las Diez Mejores Poetas Chinas–Award for the Ten Best Chinese Women Poets.



 

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