Watching the moon of a pale white lantern as
I thought my mom was in the moon.
Dreaming myself riding a space-ship to my home town,
As I passed through the oceans and mountains.
Why I see my father is thinking deeply?
My daughter’s children are smiling with happiness?
Immediately I felt myself with a line of grand-children
Recalled my memory for my children playing fire works,
We entered the Victoria Garden in the Moon Festival.
Are you still sleeping in your dream?
You should believe I am always staying by your side.
Albert Wong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-full-moon-night/
