Mùa Vu-Lan 2008

 

Implanted deep at the root,

Untouchable in its soil,

It's the forbidden fruit.

 

White or pink, it carries love,

Its soft petals hold deep meaning--

Gentle like a turtle dove.

 

So pin a white rose for mourn,

For the love and care she gave up,

And the sacrifaces made.

 

But a pink rose for those few,

Who are lucky to still have her.

She nourished them as they grew.

 

She protects with her sharp thorns,

Always looking out for others,

And caring for her own young.

 

So treasure your precious "rose,"

She may not be around for long--

And water her as she grows...

Thúy Vy Nguyen