Trin Viet Ho
Home lights go low
brief cries for your mother
rest into the old rocking chair
swish creak
your baby hand finding the crook of my neck
your tummy on my tummy
your chest on my chest
swish creak
your baby breath deepening
no more cries for mother
except mine
swish creak
safety in knowing
feeling fragile skin and soft hearts
protected away from harm
swish creak
To know the gentle love of the stars
the gentle love of your people
In blankets and embrace
swish creak
we’re all warmth and joy and dreams
before the hurt
before the ache
swish creak
a moonbeam
in dancing dreams
I wonder
swish creak
if hearts filled and
if eyes closed and
if we remember this
swish creak
could we let love overflow?
shaking but brave
changing the world
swish creak
aloe cool water healing desires
trickling on deep wounds
that had a beginning
Trin Viet Ho (she/her/they/them) is a poet, researcher, cat mom, textile artist, and student of social justice. In their free time, they enjoy harvesting figs from the tree outside their home, writing letters to loved ones, and failing miserably at online chess. Trin is graduating Fall 2024 with a degree in Race, Indigeneity, and Migration and a minor in Asian American Studies. She sells her crochet and donates the proceeds to the Palestinian cause. For more information, check out her instagram @trinvietho!

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