Coconut Tree Poem by Chan Mongol

COCONUT TREE


We had the last little, cute brother;

The sunshine of the family in the center!

He was born before the horror of war;

The blessed child of father and mother!

Amid his birth, my mother went in coma;

After 7 days, she woke up from that trauma!

In those days, teachers were child beaters, bad;

Daddy wanted safety for his toddler lad.

I often said to daddy, send him to school dad;

Now I know, his little kid was his so beloved!

In my repeated urges, my dad looked sad;

He wanted his kid around his arms so bad!

Once, I hurriedly rescued my little brother;

He was sinking and couldn't breathe in that water.

Mom used to be worried for our outside safety;

She kept waiting for us under the coconut tree!

Once, I hurriedly rescued my little brother;

He was sinking and couldn't breathe in that water.

That incident to endanger my brother is in memory;

He could have died then and I still feel very guilty, so sorry!


By Chan Mongol
December 18 of 2022