Picking up the handset I was stunned with surprise: <br />Whose voice as light as falling leaves in cold skies? <br />Isn't it ten years, ten odd years, dear mother, <br />Just in silence to miss and long for one another? <br /> <br />I left without any promises or pledges that day: <br />The old wild horse from its forest-land went astray. <br />Ten years for Mom's hair to turn mourning white, <br />And mourning-like my soul also in such a plight. <br /> <br />You've still been sitting there weaving your pain <br />By an existence of slapping wind and beating rain. <br />I've set off to set up from all directions a pyre <br />In order to disperse the mist for life lighting a fire. <br /> <br />Your voice was broken off, you choked up, I found; <br />Mom's endearing words or mere in-reverie sound? <br />You are too far, how could I reach out for you? <br />And when could we meeting again look forward to? <br /> <br />Do not cry, my dear mother, and continue to await. <br />All my grief I will hide in the rhymes I create. <br />Of all my sorrow I will write reams and reams, <br />And find your warmth my warmth in my dreams. <br /> <br />As I picked up the handset how astounded was I <br />To hear my mom's voice sadder than the rainy sky! <br />Should I be able to give up Man's time in hereafter, <br />I would offer mine to recover my mom's laughter.<br /><br />Nhuan LeXuan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-for-my-mom-s-laughter/
