After the rain had passed and the sky cleared
The trees were drizzled with water droplets
In between, lies the moon that shines with a peculiar light
And the laughter that evokes memories of home
Reminded a traveller of his foreign stay
As a child living in between two different cultures, somtimes it is really hard actually to ‘fit’ into one or the other society. I am a Chinese Canadian and I immigrated to Canada when I was in grade 2.
At times when I go back to China, I find myself feeling very foreign with the people around me. I would be thinking to myself, “Am I chinese? Or am I Canadian?” Just a little thought on the poem. 🙂