Looking at Mother - A poem by Le Anh Hoai

early spring

look at mother

see myself

and date

Mother's story

immense

about wind, rain, earth, and water

about people

I've heard my mother's advice before, but I didn't understand it.

The older I get, the more I understand my parents' feelings.

My child, tears flow downwards.

until tears learn to flow inward

then winter had just ended.

My child, life is too long.

But it's too short.

I'm going through a competitive and ambitious youth.

fleeting youth

My mother worked hard her whole life.

My mother has never known what it's like to wander around.

cold, rainy day at the end of the year

Old people look at the time.

The child looks at the mother.

Mother looked at the sky.

in foggy visibility

with mom

Your world was never truly built.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/nhin-me-tho-cua-le-anh-hoai-185250308193105747.htm