my daughter wanted ice cream
my daughter wanted ice cream.
she didn't tell me which,
so I will get her three.
she can choose everyday,
strawberry,
vanilla,
and chocolate too.
my daughter wanted ice cream,
so I went to the store.
this is the home we've built.
a home where she will not be brave,
because she will never have to fear.
she will never know
will she ever know
she will never know
will she ever know
she will never know
will she ever know
will she ever know
will she ever know
will she ever know
home is my heart
but my heart
has fear.
this fear is my own,
and for as long as I am here,
it will be beside me.
but will she know
though this fear isn't her own,
for as long as I am here
she is fated to be
beside it,
facing it?
because I cannot.
I cannot be brave.
I cannot be brave.
I cannot be brave.
I cannot be brave.
I cannot be brave.
I cannot be brave alone.
chị ơi! is that you?
I can't forget your retreating figure,
no matter how old we've become.
do you remember?
running down the hill
at the same time
only the weight of the sun
pushing on our backs
chị ơi, do you remember
when fear wasn't down our throats
when war wasn't the pit in our stomachs
and love wasn't fear
but is ice cream from the store
here, my daughter will never have to be brave
to know,
to remember.
her stomach is empty,
and she will fill it with the ice cream
that I bought for her.
here, perhaps I can remember once more.
would you like to see my home,
chị?
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