Tác giả: Nhà Giáo Trần Thị Cổ Tích
POEM 64
I can not remember my mother .
Only sometime in the midst of my play
A tune seems to hover over my playthings
The tune of some song that she used to hum
while rocking my cradle .
I can not remember my mother .
But when in the early autumn morning
The smell of the Shiuli flowers floats in the air . The scent of the morning service in the temple comes to me as the scent of my mother . Continue reading