New poems by journalist and writer HUYNH DUNG NHAN

Self-control

Over the past year I have been checking myself every day.

Time passes like a memory

Pain, joy, sadness and loss...

One after another, they fill up the end of their lives.

Looking back at what we lost

Luxury beyond what we have

So many unfinished plans ahead

Life isolates us, we isolate ourselves.

No longer young, I challenge time

Take one more step before you fall

Every day sow a small seed of joy

To wait for the day to pass by.

No more you, no more me, too late

Just me and me, no need to rush

The whole universe suddenly became strangely simple

It is nothing but the fate of our lives.

Watching life pass by in tears

Eyes, footsteps... suddenly become gentle and soft

Whether loss, sadness or more

“ Life, I love you...”

Son goes to college

(For Huynh Dung Xuyen Viet's son)

Today my son goes to college.

The puppets were noisy from early morning.

Mom couldn't sleep last night.

Prepare each outfit

Where is your student card?

Why does my ID photo look so silly?

Borrow three shavers

What a creepy mustache!

Dad told me to be careful on the road.

Even better than when I was in first grade.

Mom absentmindedly remembers when she went to college

Buy a loaf of bread and split it with your girlfriend.

In college, my dad only had two sets of clothes.

Mini bike repaired every month

Today I ride my motorbike alone on the highway.

Forgot some money for food at home.

The little sister looked at him, her eyes wide open.

Admire you, you are a student.

Just the other day we were fighting over food and teasing our little sister.

And I told my mom, I have a girlfriend, mom!

It's August, baby, Fall is here.

Go to college when you're almost eighteen

Ahead a bright horizon

Waiting for you starting today.

Hello mom, mom go to the door and look

Hide in the eyes love hope

Oh my child has a long back and broad shoulders

For years in the care of parents...

The day my child enters college 8/8/2022

-Illustration: LE NGOC DUY

Mother's Memory

Ninety years old mother cherishes memories

Shaky hands filter time

Raising children across the country

Now I have a few words for you.

The little book is as thin as mother's life

Dry words, clumsy pages

The story has been told and remembered by mother forever.

Like the first time from Hanoi back to hometown.

The time of rationing stamps and small houses

Sirens tear apart the poems

A patched shirt throughout a girl's life

Fragile child, is mother ever warm?

Mom remembers your story but forgets her own.

Winter nights with flickering oil lamps

The Ao Ba Ba I wore since I went to the North

The day I returned to the South, I kept it in a deep drawer.

Mother knows folk songs by heart like a treasure

Lullaby baby and grandchild today...

Many memories are put on paper

Ninety years like a passing wind and drifting clouds.

Each word mother cherishes memories

Sad stories hidden under wrinkles

Husband passed away, eldest son also passed away

At night, I couldn't sleep and looked at the calendar, crying silently.

Ninety years old mother sighed sadly

All my life I wrote that much.

But mom, all my life I hold a pen

From the first stroke of the letter, I have my mother's shadow...

H .D .N

Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/chum-tho-moi-cua-nha-bao-nha-van-huynh-dung-nhan-192720.htm