Our red thread to China began
before we could have
started to imagine
the places and people
who surround us today.
A week ago
I discovered a
hand stitched
bread cloth
my Appalachian
great-grandmother had sewn,
with a traditional Chinese woman
appliqued in bold colors.
My cultural studies in college
included a class presentation
on the Lives
of Modern Chinese Women.
Now my daughter,
a university senior
is applying for a position
through her school
to teach English
in a coastal China town.
Our red thread is not tangled,
but woven into a tapestry
of lives,
a humming hive of moments,
each one
set in motion
long before we came to know them.
How lucky I feel to be here!
How honored I am to travel
this story!
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