This is dedicated to My Mom


Wong Yuen Mei



A Son on Trip (Motherís Love)


With a needle and thread in her hands,

A mother carefully started mending her sonís pants.

Hurrying while worrying it might delay his trip - his concern,

She was also praying for her sonís early return.

How could that little heart, short as grass,

Repay that motherís love, great as sunshine thatíll last.


Victor Sung

January 13, 2004



The Original Chinese Poem