Mei-Li Liu 

Born on a Fishing Boat

 

I was born on fishing boat
Lying in basket
Ocean tide rocking me to sleep
Papa fishing all-day and all-night
Mama’s washings hanging on line
Above my head
Misty sea washing my face
Northern wind whispering to my ears
Angel of sea kissing my forehead
Beneath paper moon
My little arms out from the cradle
Out to the breeze
Happy, born on fishing boat
By the sea