+852 Breeze

+852 Breeze

Like my grandmother’s bamboo woven fan

Swaying side to side

Rhythmically dancing in the air

Rocking me to bed in her tiny single bed

Soothing like the perfect imperfect lullaby she hums

Caressing my cheeks

Kissing my forehead

Brushing the space between my brows

Tracing my hair away from my heavy eyes

Reassuring as always

Comforting like her embrace