Tri Tran Poetry

I stare at the tranquil, stary sky,
Wondering, "why..."

Why, to my dearest wife,I have to say goodbye
When have not found the answer to my question , why?

I stare at her pretty face and cry,
Still not knowing, why.

My wife weeps as she stares at love in the night sky
Then kisses my forehead, knowing well, why...


My last breath sweeps away each tear-drop onto the sky,
And suddenly, I close my eyes ... now, TRI knows, why.

Poet: Tri Tran