There once was a lady
who had three beautiful daughters
And she loved each very much,
she raised them in a world of strife
Communist China was a mess
So she ran away to a safer place
To give them all better lives
one was left behind.
not forgotten, not accidentally
The lady had all intents
when she had money
when she had connections
when she had opportunity
she wrote to the girl
for the first few years
I'll return when I have opportunity.
But time flew fast
she had troubling remembering
her long gone past.
her other daughters lived well
wed and loved their own families
and the lady, now gray,
smiled with wrinkles
at her girls who had grown so nicely,
She looked at a mirror
when she looked at them
they were smart and pretty and happy
so was she.
One day a woman showed up at the old lady's door
she was smart and pretty and unhappy
but when the old lady looked at her face
she saw nobody at all
The mysterious woman,
her eyes sparkling,
Asked in broken english
the same phrase
that she had practiced everyday
In the hot humid weather
"did you never have opportunity?"
My grandmother was never really good
at keeping promises.