I offer you this excellent post in lieu of this week’s essay. I have family visiting and didn’t get around to writing over the weekend. 🙂
On Mother’s Day, my youngest son enters the house. “Today is a good day to read Between Worlds” he says.
I look at him puzzled. “Why’s that?” The answer comes quickly: “Because I’m your son.”
For better or for worse, we who have lived between pass on the in between to our children. We who are “always too foreign” give birth or adopt children who will absorb this, and cry out in their own pain.
So I go looking for expressions of between, and I don’t have to look far. I find a brilliant Nigerian poet, and after two poems I know she is my favorite. I offer them to you who live between. You – the foreigner. You – the one who absorbed your parents’ in between.
At the embassy,
they never warned us that some days,
America will feel so lonely,
we will gather our mother tongue,
hastily swallowing words…
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