I miss my mother

Phan Van Vinh

The sun turns to enter summer

Sweet sim season, the way back to childhood

I wander the sky of memories

The countryside reflects the skinny mother

 

I walked along the windy hills

Across the dry, bare tree grove

The blackberry trees I grew when I was young

Follow mother early in the morning to collect firewood for the day

 

Cold night mother's hands warm by the fire

Sorrow seeps down the long years

Alone with wrinkled hair in the deep night

The kitchen is tired of waiting for someone.

 

Leaves wrapped in salt, mother buried in hot coals

Squeezing rice to nurture children to go to school

Lead the way for your child from the doorstep

Out into the vast sky

 

Tiny in front of the quiet countryside

A faint scent of areca nut wafts through the porch

Hear people coming home in the sunlight

When will the dark circles under your eyes go away?

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/troi-que-nho-me-46c0419/