My Diary, Turning A Page
(For
my adoptive sister I never had)
July 18, 2002, Oklahoma City
The runway welcomed the bird B-737
I came back to this town of hospitality
God's timing is love and Heaven
She welcomed me with her warmth
She invited me back for a poetry reading
I read human kindness in her eyes
She let go of her feelings
Friday the 19, Northwest Classen High School
She adorned the students with high spirit
Celebrating America, Love and Gratitude
I felt welcome--mellow, sweet
Saturday, she showed me OK Capital--clear skies
I was grateful for having met her in life
She sensed the raindrops in her soul
She gave me a new meaning of life
Sunday, July 21, she took me to the airport
I wondered if I would ever return
Oklahoma, my world of loving support
A new journey of love I learn…
Linh Duy Vo
December 9, 2002 ©
A man can never be bestowed upon the
experience of delivering life of a child. God Bless the woman with this preciousness.
A pure poet feels exuberant giving birth to his poem, each time anew, just like an artist, only, when his work is born without his constrained intention of selling
it off his painting for money. Then what is there that caused a poet to be profusely happy? Sharing.
When the world stops him from expressing himself freely, poetically--with his utmost integrity, he becomes "the unwanted". He will then perish.
Linh Duy Vo,
i.e. Spirit
December 10, 2002
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