By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Written for James on his 18th birthday
18,
The day Hitler died(1945)
Saigon fell(1975)
You were born kid(1999)
A pale baby,
Your heritage, the isles of the Philippines
Born on the island of Australis
Skin deepened
In the land of giant birds
A smiling baby
Brooding young youth
To shouldering the world
You are just 18:
Much to learn
Ego to earn
Infinite paths
You are but 18.
Happy birthday kid.
M
NB. A recollection of 30/4/2017, there’s hope yet in our children.
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