It's not like Abraham leaving his homeland;
It's not like Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt;
It's simply an exodus for survival;
With my Dad leading the way.

This year, it would be 40th year;
Since he left the country.
The Motherland did not cry for him;
25 years of dedication faded inconsequence.

This new year, he was no longer here.
He left for the real homeland.
He left for the real freedom;
He left for the Land Promised.

My Dad said goodbye in his traditional Vietnamese dress.
He closed his eyes forever only to see the Glory of God.
At the end, he denounced the earthly citizenships;
To be called: son of God.

Vietnamese or American mattered no more.
Line in the sand was replaced by the lineage of his seeds.
May the Lord God of Mercy;
Bless the sons and daughters of this leader unforgotten.