A cluster of berries
so unique that we can
recognize amongst
busy crowds,
even when we are apart
we are always together
in our heart. When
on’s missing we can tell
in a glance,
when one sheds tears
we suffer, when on’s happy
our hearts sing, for we are
the same branch and
root. We love one another
until we wither and fall.
It’s been two years since one of my sisters’ passing. I
regret I seldom visited her when she was alive, living
so far away. While growing up, she and I were close.
Once she told me about her friend’s story: her father
disappeared when she was two. And she wanted to
find him. After that, I hadn’t heard of her story.
Now, using my imagination, I’ve written a new novel
“Mystery Man’s Daughter.” I’ve been rewriting and
editing it, which ended up creating a totally different
character than I had thought. I hope I’ll get it done soon.
But I don’t want to rush. My goal is to get it done as
perfectly as I can.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 