一針一線、輕輕的觸摸
思，絲的掛念
念 – 小時侯媽媽坐在床邊看著我做功課、手不停地為我縫補那穿了洞的襪子，
暗黃的燈光、照著我
交叉的線繞、指頭綻放華美
念 – 那粗壯的盤根支撐著生命的多變，絲絲的蹙皺是如斯的美麗

Gentle stitches I threaded in my
Yearning
for the long gone days

– when I was young, Mom sat on the edge of my bed, watching me doing my homework, while trying to mend my socks under the dim light
-criss-crossing, wonders bloom from her fingertips
-remembering the old bended pine tree, with its long and meandering branches, support the turbulence eras of our time
… those beautiful wrinkling hands