Homeland left… another home to find.
Rapid growth endured,
adapted heart longing to be loved.

Tiny are the hands- like that of a child.
Deep are the eyes- proving that the sea is shallow.
Tiny hands hold back the sea.

Smiles are overwhelming; cheeks rise up and impress.
Whispers like a soft feather floating.
Words enlighten another; supportiveness is encouragement.

Mysterious is the dark hair- the Asian skin smooth as silk.
An emotion now found… a singing begins-
which carries the heart that longs.

Happiness is now found; care comes into play.
Joy is also returned. Searching for hope ceases…
as well as the self-destructing and weakening.

Mind favors the path- one takes a look.
Hearts with patience eventually come together…
even without ever searching.

Ears left opened connect with the sea.
Opinions not raised; judgment not an option…
love and understanding settle in.

Souls become one; bodies are nurtured.
Families are made. Sadness and violence ends forever.
Peace and kindness remain endless.

Marcas B. Sterling
Oct. 11, 1999