Vidya Premkumar

cherry blossoms . . . we switch to our mother tongue — Antoinette Cheung

Native rug — the language of several generations — Zornitza Harizanova

mewing of gulls — my godchild shows she knows the ancient language — H. F. Noyes

recalling a song from his first language apricot blossoms — Marilyn Appl Walker

An evening-glory, And a girl Speaking the Kyōto dialect. — Masaoka Shiki