Mother's figure

On a spring morning, Mother went to the garden while the dew was still thin.

Mother went out to the garden when the dew was still thin.

The wind gently sways

The hem of the brown robe touches the bamboo gate of the village.

The stove isn't lit yet.

My mother bent down beside the cabbage patch.

young sprouts

breathing softly in her thin hands.

Mom walks slowly.

as if afraid that spring will suddenly awaken from its slumber.

curved back

carrying along the old winter

On the thatched roof

The soft sunlight slanted very gently.

I suddenly realized

spring

It starts with the mother's figure.

Lien Pham

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202602/dang-me-bb724a5/