by Jane Chan (she/her)

+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