Poetry by Le Thanh Van: Listening to my child read poems about the Fatherland

I sat reading a poem about the Fatherland.

The country after many years the wound is healed

Listening to you read makes me tear up.

A time of bombs and war.

Illustration: Huyen Trang

Read more, child, so that when you grow up, you will

I understand the whispers in the veins of life

There is the blood of many fallen people

When our country was divided between North and South.

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In the garden at noon, the trees are bustling with voices

The sun shines down on the high blue dome

How can the innocent eyes understand everything?

What I want to say today!

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