Worries For Mom
        - Ghy HyungDo

Carrying a basket full of 30 bunches of young radishes
on her head
My mom went to the town market
Still not here, even when the sun's already withered.
Just like cold rice in a bowl, I am in the room
No matter how slowly I worked on my homework
Mom is still not here yet,
Her footsteps sounded like cabbage leaves, Tabak, Tabak...
Still can't be heard yet, when it's dark already and frightening
Sounds of falling rain through the cracked window pane
I, weeping and sniffling away alone on the floor of an empty room

In the far distant past
Those pathetic days of my later childhood
Still, move me to tears.