STILL THE DAD
You,
the image that can never fade from my mind
Which
I have seen since I was still a baby affined,
In
those green years, you were the young dad
Who
loved and humored me – memories so glad!
You
did everything to entertain me, your treasure,
With
fairy stories and legends that give pleasure;
Whenever
I cried, you acted the fool to create joy;
For
me to play, your made many an attractive toy.
You
took the part of cow to pull or horse to ride
For
me to straddle long times without being tired.
When
I got weary of, you changed to a new game
(At
hide-and-seek: you always missed your aim!)
Simple
things but are vast sentiments from above,
I
could experience Dad's heart, your deep love.
Not
necessary to endure thunderstorms that rend,
Even in normal life, I do need you so as to defend.
Despite
the numerous rivers long and far remote
I
traveled down, and I took so many a ferry boat,
So
often for me to estimate the depth of the ocean,
Who could sound the caliber of parental devotion?
Your
children have grown up, and by experiment
Just
as you've done, I now act the role of a parent.
Ageless,
the dad is always a young vaudevillian
While
playing with his tots and grandchildren.
You
told the old stories, related each ancient game,
The
jokes, any child would enjoy and acclaim.
Paternal,
maternal granddads light-hearted, gay,
Again
serve as cows, horses for offspring to play.
It
turns out that you and we (as I) am still the dad
All life the dad to render our cherished kids glad.
Your grandchildren are like us in infancy, naive;
You love and stick to them, never want to leave.
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THANH-THANH