Li-Young Lee

I Ask My Mother To Sing - Poem by Li-Young Lee

She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.

I've never been in Peking, or the Summer Palace,
nor stood on the great Stone Boat to watch
the rain begin on Kuen Ming Lake, the picnickers
running away in the grass.

But I love to hear it sung;
how the waterlilies fill with rain until
they overturn, spilling water into water,
then rock back, and fill with more,

Both women have begun to cry.
But neither stops her song.

Comments about I Ask My Mother To Sing by Li-Young Lee

  • Gold Star - 24,522 Points Liza Sud Russia (10/17/2015 4:49:00 AM)

    love poems about family music! lovely! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,563 Points Michael Morgan (8/31/2015 3:41:00 PM)

    Like it should be MM (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,567 Points Zen Sober (3/23/2014 11:48:00 AM)

    beautiful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ahkam Qazi (2/13/2008 4:42:00 AM)

    wow what a beautiful rhyming, what a sweet thought. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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