day 19

At one and a half,

as a chubby toddler

noo noo was noodles

lala was rice 

jigijiga meant you were happy. 

As a pre-schooler,

when you dug your toes hard into me in the middle of the night 

it meant you were cold, 

I covered you with a blanket 

and you stopped.

Now sometimes you scream 

or tears well in your eyes

at what seem small 

or insignificant things to me,

but to you they matter. 

I wish I could translate better.