I am born on a day that is sunny or rainy In this country or another one And the first thing I see is eyes and smiles
I hear gentle words spoken in the language of my family I see shapes three twenty a thousand I recognize them tree dog house kiss
I like the smells that rise up from cooking pots from flowers I learn to name things and then to count them I repeat the songs my grandparents sing
But soon I wonder about the children who live somewhere else about the words they speak What games do they play What makes them laugh those children out there in their homes so far away 亚洲
