I know she is not my mother
my mother is in Chenghai City
I bid her a tearful goodbye ten hours ago
but this old woman with a cloth wrapper in her hand
looks so much like my mother
I know he is not my father
my father is in Taipei City
I am going to visit him in a couple of days
but this old man staggering with a cane
looks so much like my father
they meet on the platform
cast a glance at each other
and sure enough they are perfect strangers
separated for over thirty years
my mother with a cloth wrapper in her hand
encounters on the platform my father
staggering with a cane
they cast a glance at each other
and, alas! they don't even recognize each other