This is dedicated to My Mom
(1921~1985)
With a needle and thread in her hands,
A mother carefully started mending her son’s pants.
Hurrying while worrying it might delay his trip - his concern,
She was also praying for her son’s early return.
How could that little heart, short as grass,
Repay that mother’s love, great as sunshine that’ll last.
Victor Sung
January 13, 2004
The Original Chinese Poem
《 遊 子 吟 》
慈 母 手 中 線
遊 子 身 上 衣
臨 行 密 密 縫
意 恐 遲 遲 歸
誰 言 寸 草 心
報 得 三 春 暉