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My Mother’s Shadow

She gave me life and tried to raised me, to be the best version of herself as a woman.

Growing up, she tell me stories of her homeland that she missed dearly.

As a child, I couldn’t imagine the sacrifices and loneliness she felt deep within, without someone to soothe her emotional pain.

I wish then that I was old enough to wipe away all her tears of sadness and tell her, ” this will pass, everything in life is temporary.”

She gave unconditional love without seeking rewards in return, but to see me one day become a dutiful and loving daughter to her.

Is that the life of a traditional mother? Born and raised to fulfill the duties and expectations of others with selfless love and without a voice?

I could only be my mother’s shadow, walking beside and sometimes behind her. It seems that we are “one”, but we are actually “two” identities that want to continue the lifelong journey together.

Being my mother’s shadow was a difficult task. Our lives entwined with endless battles of racial discrimination, social and gender bias as a woman and sustaining a peaceful life of the “American Dream”.

All grown up, I could no longer be my mother’s shadow. I must let her go, to live her last phase of life.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Foreword: If you are fortunate to have a loving immigrant mother that raised you to be your best self, show her that she is appreciated and loved. Words couldn’t express all that she sacrificed and not able to have a “voice”.

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My Mother’s Eyes

I see so much of myself in my mother’s eyes.

Sometimes I see her happiest moments, when she nods and acknowledge me.

My mother’s eyes, the window and lens of my world as a child.

Sometimes I see her sad moments, when she shakes her head and tells me, “Why don’t you listen and do as being told?”

My mother’s eyes, if looks could kill.

No matter where I am, I am home in my mother’s eyes.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

~~Dedicated to all the wonderful immigrant mothers out there in this world. A person that gave unconditional love, made sacrifices for her children to have a better life and deprived of self-love. You are out there, but not alone. Honor should be yours.

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Memory Lane

I walk alone on Memory Lane.

Just me, myself and I; makes me a whole unique person.

Some days, I see myself as a child again, embracing the sweet memories of childhood. The bright and long summer days of frolicking in the vast countryside of my hometown.

Some days, I see myself as a teenager. My beloved mother would lecture me to be an obedient daughter; an expectation that I couldn’t fulfill.

Deep within myself, I wanted to be the “real me”: adventurous, creative, outspoken, and rebellious.

This is my memory lane, that I walked so often. Each chapter unfolds before me.

Each lesson and experience taught me to be a better person.

Memory Lane, my favorite path when I need some self-reflection.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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Bubble Girl

When I was an unborn child, I lived in my own bubble world.

A bubble with all things for survival and happiness protected by my mother.

My mother fed me, spoke to me, and sang to me softly each day.

I was in harmony with her sadness and happiness each day, for her anticipation of me being born was slowly and madly driving her to insanity.

She waited patiently and until, “whoosh”… the bubble broke, and water gushed me out!

A flash of bright light stung my eyes and I squinted with agony!

“No…no…I am cold!” “Where am I?”

Seconds became minutes and my little brown eyes stared at this strange woman.

I stared with awe and wonder. Where is my bubble? Who is this strange woman and place?

Then this strange woman spoke to me softly with her gentle voice, “Hi there, bubble girl. I am your mother.”

She welcomed me to this world with her warm embrace and kisses.

I am the bubble girl that now have to face this whole new world.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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A Loving Mother

A tender and loving mother that gave unconditional love to her children.

She was a superhero in disguise, with no superpowers to boast about.

She made sacrifices without complaints, just to give a better life to her children.

She never seeks acknowledgement but knew that her children were grateful in all her endeavors.

She left this earth too soon.

We will miss her smile, her gentle words of kindness, and her love for all the people whom she touched with her magical hands.

Rest her gentle soul, a soul that is now with God in Heaven.

Dedicated to everyone who have lost a mother and still misses her.

By Jazzmin S. Lu