[천안다문화] You, Who Bloomed in a Foreign Land

A Poem for Mothers in Multicultural Families

You quietly packed your bags,

Carrying the sky of your homeland and the gaze of your family

deep within your heart,

and came to Korea.



The warm sunlight of Vietnam,

the laughter by the beaches of the Philippines,

the winds of the Mongolian steppe,

the warmth of the alleyways in China—

you folded those nostalgic landscapes

in tears

and set foot in a foreign land.



The language is different,

the customs are different,

the food is different here,

and with awkward words, you were hurt,

many days hiding tears behind a smile.



After midnight,

in the quiet room,

your homeland's mountains and rivers appeared,

and there were nights when your pillow was soaked.

So many nights when you couldn't sleep,

longing for your mother's voice.



But you did not give up.

With love, with patience,

you planted small dreams in this foreign land

and kept your family intact.



Your two hands

shaped the future of your children,

and your smile

opened the hearts of your neighbors.



At this very moment,

your name should be called

not with discrimination, but with respect.

Your life

fills this society,

making it wider, more beautiful.



Don't forget,

you are not alone.

With countless mothers from distant lands,

you have bloomed on this earth

as the strongest and

most radiant flower.
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