My mother

(Dedicated to mother H.)

The battlefield that day my father left
She is old and weak, her child is young.
How many years I waited, I waited
The days were long and the letters did not come.

Love each other and keep your vows
My mother works day and night with silkworms.
Green mulberry leaves, yellow silk threads
Reduce the pain of lost youth.

I grew up over the years
Mom's eyes have crow's feet.
ups and downs
Work hard to keep the house peaceful.

My grandmother is getting older.
Forgetful, remembering, coming and going erratically.
Mother's hair is also gray
A life of quiet, humble concern.

Until the day of national unification
Dad did not come home - mom was tired of waiting.
Pain hidden in the heart
Silkworms spin cocoons to worship their husbands and raise children.

A lifetime of faithfulness
Like a silkworm still spinning silk...