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I Miss My Gentle Mother
Bitter coffee mixes sweet taste gradually
I remember an afternoon rain suddenly
My mother never had a moment of serenity
For children learning so she always worries
The old bike from the past is always enough
For her in many years carrying sincere love
She never complained about making a living
It is difficult to nurture children's studying
Rough ivory hands of my beloved mother
She gave to rain and sun for a lot of years
The girl of Can Tho is sincere and charming
Always keeps four good virtues in working
Due to life, she's with my father side by side
She is joyful to overcome vicissitude in life
Loving my father and us with all her conscience
My mom's hair gray to add more age to children
Heavy rain on my mother's working way
Dark night with no stars she never delays
It is still in time for a warm home daily
Joyful moments for a reunited family
A grilled meat pot with five tasty spices
How warm when it's rainy in a life!
Mom listens to children laughing and joking
She also gives words in the fun of advising
"Keep standards, avoid home rules ruin as ever
Worship ancestors and respect the superiors
Keep home rules, the first is your character
If home rules are stable, the future is better."
Beyond the window, windy rain hasn't ended
As my soul is remembering my mother indeed
Mothership is a heavily deep and sacred love
I recall my mom's advising words full enough
© Hong Ngoc Chau
Vietnam