
Jim Wungramyao Kasom, whose soul is deeply entwined in the land of his nativity, through these poems, shares stories that could be forgotten in time. Stories told in succinct lines imbued with emotions, longings, pain and joy reflective of him and his people cradled in their remote homeland — a beautiful place that births women and men strengthened by the toughness of the mountains and its bequeathed history. Cradling Memories of My Land is a collection of poems, intimately voicing the memories that have individually and collectively made them.
"Red Shawl, our people's last swaddle blanket over the coffin, the prayers of our people wrapped in it, the only thing worth smuggling into the afterlife"
"Our ancestors believe those who love home make their final rest in a foreign land. Dying anywhere but home is the loneliest of thoughts."
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