Born in Vietnam, beneath a sky of fire,
She carried her youth through smoke and wire.
A girl who dreamed, yet set dreams aside,
So her children’s wings could open wide.
She never finished high school’s gate,
But wisdom grew in her hands of fate.
Simple in ways, yet clever and strong,
She taught us right, she steered us long.
Through years of labour, sacrifice, care,
She built us a future from dust and prayer.
I walk with her strength in all that I do,
Her spirit, her love, forever true.
Now gone, but never out of sight,
She lives in my heart, a steady light.
I miss her laughter, her gentle tone,
But thankful I am, for all she’s sown.
And so I stand, because she stood,
Turning hardship into good.
Her story lives in all I’ve become,
Forever my guide, forever my mum.
❤️
Binh Doan 