THE TWO-WAY HOMELAND

Time pulled down the mother's back
But straightened up the son's one
Like the brave aspect of our country.
The mother was thinking of the fidelity of maiden time
In war, scorching sunshine, stormy rain and hurricane
Eyes clung to each step of the past.
The son is looking forward tomorrow
The mother's hands raise the son up to the future
Both having taken the same undying vow.
The mother was dreaming of the time of young girl
Like a flock of young birds without worldly dust
Flying into the bright sky of happiness.
The mother gives the son a yearning hope
Along the breathing speed in the operations of troops
From the countryside to forest and offshore sea
The son feels a surge of new essence in his heart
Because the homeland
Is
Mother – Son
Evergreen
echoing
two-way.

Le Ngoc Ninh (Vietnam)