The child, this child of mine
May you always, always be kind
Oh this child, this child of mine
May the world be forever thine
She is graduating without a gown
The pandemic is a hovering grey and sound
Steeped to the soul pushing us down
Oh child, oh child of mine
Pick a star if I could polish its hind
On the dark side for sure it still shines
Your birthday, no fancy dinners, fancy wine
Baby, you’re the star, oh baby of mine.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.