THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 6 NUMBER 2
TRAN MONG TU
THANK YOU, MY CHILD
(On the Motherís Day)
Thanks for choosing me to be your carrier.
For nine months I had a dream of
Heaven and Earth in my womb.
You were a little running spring,
You were a brand new little white flower on the hill.
Thanks for your first cry of life,
My blood was singing at the same time.
You came out pretty as a little globe,
†My breast milk dropped as many pearls.
Thanks for your first tooth poking through,
It was shining as a morning star.
Your tiny feet as dove wings,
Your two hands were new born butterflies.
Thanks for your first school day.
That filled me with fear and gladness
I wished I were the books
And to be with you as your good friends through your school times
Thanks for all your failures,
I had the chances silently to weep with you.
Thanks for all your happy times,
Your laughs echoed in my throat.
Thanks for leaving early and late coming home
I have learned that dawn will replace the dusk,
I have understood the river waiting for the spring
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And the ocean on the way to get the river.
Thanks for being the flowers in full bloom,
The time for delicious fruit, detaching from its branch,
The birds will fly to the deep blue mountain,
And the butterflies will land in the new garden.
Thanks for being the floating clouds.
When the clouds are assembling,
†I will rain with happiness.
††††††††††† TRAN MONG TU
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