There is a spring

A little chilly this afternoon
But the feeling of foreboding is strangely stirring
The mountain was covered in white rain during the past
Spring is coming

Even though a wandering life has its moments of weakness
Humans are not made of wood or stone.
This afternoon rain far away
Raindrops sow memories in the heart

There was a spring 40 years ago
Two brothers return from war
My youngest son also returned from Hai Phong.
Bring spring peach buds to offer to old mother

Happy Tet, family reunion
My mother smiled in tears of love
Happiness after the days of bombing
A green color is spreading across the field

Old memories come back to mind
Suddenly startled by the late winter wind
Spring comes and lifts the clouds into the past
We return in the warm sunshine of the village soul.