Glass Tongue

Language is a magician.

It makes my dad pride his mother tongue.

But often he vanish it with twist of fingers,

and replaces it with something made of... Glass.

A foreign object in domestic house,

A foreign tongue in domestic mouth.

Someday my name sounds like rose.

Someday my name sounds like sunflower.

Someday my name will sound like

My parents trying to say "I am proud of who you are".