Journey of My Life NgocHà Pham
where i’m from is on the shore of distant seas. where generations gather over a clay pot of coffee or tea. listen to the stories the elders are reluctant to tell. for some of the stories cut as deep as a well. your story, my story, our story is long. and our relationships are strong. oppression, wars, conflicts will not break our spirits for our common threads connect us in each minute with the laughter of the innocence and the hope of benevolence as the heart is filled with gratitude to life, for life has given this heart much to thrive. it has given me the ability to walk with my tired feet, with them, i have traversed valleys and streets, mountains, oceans, deserts, and plains and the lowest place of my terrain. by the muddy river Nile, myheart touches joy and sorrow as it weeps, ponders, hopes, prays for a better morrow whether i come or go, i give thanks to life, to you, to all i know as i sense the gentle presence of my Beloved and the tenderness my mother’s love with the memories of yesteryear forever remain so dear.
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