My family in America

Dear family,
I don’t expect you will see and read this letter but I would like to tell you how much I have missed you ever since I left the United States. The first time I experienced crying while I was asleep was on one of my business trips in Hong Kong. I woke up and couldn’t help but cry. I remember clearly walking back to the yard and I saw Kelly was fixing the lawn-mower and he was so happy to see me and gave me a hug. He led me to the kitchen and gladly said the rest of the family would be so thrilled to know I was back. I then saw Kim coming down the stairs with the little ones and their friends. She shouted with joy and the little ones were jumping and hailing.

I’m so sorry I didn’t keep in touch but I want all of you to know how much I love you. Thanks for having taken me into the family, which warmed me a ton as a lonely student in a foreign country. Sometimes, I wish I could be just anyone of you, then I would be able to do more in the church but now I’m on my own. I know God is still taking care of me, yet my heart is stricken with incurable wounds. I want every one of you know I will never forget your faces, names, and every bit of memory weaved in my good old days over there.

I try not to be cynical for I sure know it’s useless and doesn’t help much to move on my life. A typhoon is coming tomorrow; and I hope it can sweep away all of my sorrow and chagrin. I recall a poem I wrote back then. It was penned down after a geographic excursion at the Great Salt Lake. Adieu, my beloved family…

Isostacy

Salinity soars
With an ancient past
Bonneville drained
As eons ago
Great Salt Lake roars
In a bi-direction sophisticated road
Flowing into a miraculous combination
Pink mirror with green floor
Extending a picturesque tempo
Why can’t anyone stop for a moment
Pondering the wisdom of Nature
Melting glaciers evaporate
Sustaining forces dismiss
Causing enormous rebound
Like mankind
We all miss
The purity of love and a peaceful mind
Conflict will forever exist
If the support of charity subsides
Like isostacy
Leaving our offspring
Nothing to shore up

Written by Jerski Bjorksen