Farewell, father.

(PLVN) - Dedicated to the soul of my father...!

Today

We bid farewell to our father.

People born in 1941

in a small village by the river

Located in Truc Thuan commune, Nam Dinh province.

The river of my hometown back then

They must have nurtured my father's childhood.

by alluvial soil, north wind

and poor rice harvests.

From that small village

Dad went to school.

Then they stepped out into the world.

by riverine occupation.

Father's life

Drifting on ships.

Long journeys.

The seasons when the sea is rough.

Nights away from home

Only the waves and the darkness were my companions.

Perhaps it's because I once lived amidst vastness.

So the father understood.

want to change their lives

Only studying.

Father and mother

We were born as six siblings.

Six children

Growing up surrounded by love

And those years weren't always easy.

But my family

I once lost someone.

The older brother -

a police lieutenant

He passed away due to a traffic accident.

when he was only twenty-five years old.

That pain

It should never be called by its name.

Just that word

in my father's eyes

There is always a very deep sadness.

My father is less talkative now.

But I love my child even more.

I still remember.

The day my father took my brothers and me onto the ship.

I went to Hanoi to take the entrance exam for a specialized language program.

Those children from back then

I don't understand everything.

the father standing behind me

placed there

So much hope.

Father left nothing to us.

A big house with a wide gate.

Father left behind

a road.

The path of learning.

The path of kindness.

The path for each child

He may go further than his father.

Then we grew up.

He became a doctor.

He has a master's degree.

Writer.

Versifier.

Some people stayed in their hometown.

Some people come all the way from Australia.

Each person has their own profession.

Each person has their own destiny.

Everyone has their own aspirations.

But no matter where you go

We still brought them with us.

the image of my father.

A man

have dedicated their whole lives

to row the family boat

through the storms.

The final years of his life

Father lay down

after the fateful fall.

Father in pain

but without complaining.

Mother - at eighty-five years old

with brain atrophy

Sometimes I'm like an old child.

She still sits beside her father every day.

And what about us?

the one nearby

the one who lives far away

Gather all the love

to take care of my father

during those final months.

I fed my father spoonfuls of porridge.

Feed the baby milk in small sips.

Massage the legs, which have atrophied from lying down for so long.

I never thought

Dad will be leaving.

So when my father said:

"Call the children back here..."

I dismissed it.

I think

Dad will get better soon.

Until today

My father can no longer speak clearly.

The way our father looked at us.

a very long time.

As if wanting to say something

for the children

It became the most beautiful gift my father ever gave me.

Today

My father is resting peacefully now.

No more pain.

No more sleepless nights.

Only we remain

and memories.

Memories of a Father

rising from poverty,

a life of wandering on the river,

loss, hardship,

but still managed to raise a family.

with love

and belief in learning.

Father,

if there is a place

My father is still keeping an eye on this family.

Please rest assured, Father.

No matter what life takes us brothers away from each other

to different horizons,

Although each person has a different personality,

a destiny,

Then we are still your family, Dad.

They are still my children.

which year

He was led onto the ship by his father.

to Hanoi

Searching for the future.

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