Step 8: In Memory of My Father
The light blazes on brighter than the sun.
Though you cannot hear,
A newborn baby cries awake into the world.
Though you cannot breathe,
The wind blows quietly through the meadow.
Though your heart no longer beats,
The ocean waves ripple on the shore softly.
Riches may be spent,
Kingdoms razed to the ground,
Great edicts forgotten in time,
And knowledge aged with dust.
But what price can you place
On the eyes of a tearful father
Holding his crying son
Before his last breath into Eternity?
To Dr. Le Quoc Khanh, the warrior scholar.
Physician, Captain, and Father.