I have crushed my dreams and turned them into a life
I have held the broken pieces of your life in these frail hands
I have ground the shards to bluntness, ground them some more
In order to live, love and protect myself.
If ever I’m inattentive to you, broken
And reduced to pieces,
I know you will pick up the shards
Even though they cut your hands and give you pain.

Nguyễn Bảo Chân, from, ‘For My Father’, trans. by Lady Borton

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