The Lonely

The Lonely

I am not a single

ordinary little woman

I married a handsome, lovely husband

Given two beautiful children and a grandchild

I have a warm, cozy house

and own traveling vehicles

I am living in the land of opportunity, the dream country

Enjoying my life within this world

Sometimes I am secretly lonely in my heart

Missing my Mom and Dad

left toward heaven, thought they’d live with us

forever

I am also missing my lovely childhood friends

In breezy old Ulaanbaatar city streets

Talking and walking, enjoying the moment

Reminiscent of my childhood home

small and welcoming

No longer living under one roof forever

With my sisters and brothers

I dream about kind humanity

Hoping the kindness could come back to us

Wishing peace to settle upon the beautiful universe

From infants to the elderly, appreciate this world

I wake up to the sound of chirping birds

Sometimes, nobody guesses my inner loneliness

Only I understand myself, and I uplift myself

Living through this life

S. Uzmee 4.20.2020

Mixed

My daughter wrоte this poem while studying at the University of North Carolina at Asheville.  Far away from her home, missing her family and her culture, her poem just melted my heart. I love my daughter, and I am also very proud of her.  

Mixed

A longing to wander
To travel
To be anew
A love for the blue sky
Life-giver
It's in my blood
My mother taught me our culture
The Mongol way of life
Old and new
Ancient and modern
We are nomads naturally
Wishing to travel
Welcoming others with food and shelter
Serenity is found in the blue sky
So as my heart wanders
My mind is filled with curiosity
My blood is mixed
My father's face is white
His blood European
With only a small percentage of Cherokee
From his grandmother
My great-grandmother
Often, I was told I'm not enough
Not pure enough to be a proud Mongol
But my heart still wanders
I still yearn to travel
I still find comfort in the blue sky
I hear my mother singing
Mongolian lullabies
And still see our tapestry of
Genghis Khan in my old home
I have the Mongol flag proudly waving in my car
And I still hold love for both my countries 
Mongolia and America
I am a proud Mongol
Mixed blood does not make me any less
I am my mother's daughter
The daughter of a strong Mongol woman
With a stubborn mind, but a giving heart
I still hold dear the values I was taught
For I am Mongol
And I am proud

Written by Catherine T. Pigg  at UNCAsheville NC. 2018