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My father walked with his comrade on the road
In the tropic heat, His dark charcoal hair clung to his neck like wet stamps
They were silent as they were strangers
Muted by the blood-stained events they feared
On the road, they see women in white long dresses formed into second skin
Clasping their hands into a silent pray
They see a group of old men in rags looked as they passed by
Putting an chimera-like animal over a fire for food
My father was there to teach men how to fight
More like boys, like him
But my father ever thought of was the safety of my mother in Saigon
A city of people who are bruised by the enemies who looked like themselves
In the tropic heat, His dark charcoal hair clung to his neck like wet stamps
They were silent as they were strangers
Muted by the blood-stained events they feared
On the road, they see women in white long dresses formed into second skin
Clasping their hands into a silent pray
They see a group of old men in rags looked as they passed by
Putting an chimera-like animal over a fire for food
My father was there to teach men how to fight
More like boys, like him
But my father ever thought of was the safety of my mother in Saigon
A city of people who are bruised by the enemies who looked like themselves
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This poem was written for my creative writing class on November 20, 2007. This was inspired by a photo by my dad who was serving the South Vietnamese army in the late 60s while my mom was at home with his family.
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