If only I had realized the value of tradition.

It was the turning of winter
that called my family together.

Crispy cut napa cabbages, 
Seasoning filled with favor, and
Well-incorporated sticky rice,
assembled.

The familiar conversations,
The returning smell of spice

A cause of apathy.

If only I had realized the value of tradition.

The familiar conversations,
The returning smell of spice

Now, a tradition I long for.
Kimjang is an invaluable memory
A preservative of my family’s tradition