Found in Translation

If language is key

and your stories treasure trove

then I grieve the paralysis

of my native tongue

unable to fully unlock the riches of your history

ashamed by the chains of my inability

but even though words fumble through the maze of interpretation 

our bonds are not lost in translation

my heart still beats fluently to the homeland harbored in your voice

and even if some stories are buried with you

there is no barrier too foreign

for family to cherish the pearl of your presence

your existence 

our inheritance

all imperfectly excavated

found in translation