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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Days Dad Got Imprisoned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How harrowing were the days dad got imprisoned: <br>Mom could hardly sleep, got her eyes wet, rings wizened. <br>Gnawing the tiny rootstock Mom spared for me: how sad! <br>I was so hungry, dad! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The cow feces I bore on my head across the river, <br>Wetted, dripped from the basket, salted my lips.<br>The heartless stream was still flowing to make me shiver.<br>Oh dad! such storms had risen to break life into chips.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">After the flood, mom dried the damp hay nearly kaput; <br>Humping her back, she carried on either slender shoulder<br>The burden of family responsibility, bareheaded, barefoot; <br>She staggered, listlessly calling for dad, the householder...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Months had thus slipped away, and years gone by;               <br>Mom still hid and rested her life in thatch, straw and slime.<br>I concealed my youth in such sadness as the immense sky, <br>Shouldering my days struggling to drain the sea of time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=ThanhThanh+NhuanLe">ThanhThanh NhuanLe</a></strong></div>