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The child, this child of mine (8)

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


The child, this child of mine

May you always, always be kind

Oh this child, this child of mine

May the world be forever thine

 

She is graduating without a gown

The pandemic a hovering grey and sound

Steeped to the soul pushing us down

Oh child, oh child of mine

 

Pick a star if I could polish it’s hind

On the dark side for sure it still shines

Your birthday, no fancy dinners, fancy wine

Baby, you’re the star, oh baby of mine.

 

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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