My Mother, My Hero


She was the wind beneath my wings

Before I even knew how to fly.

She kept my feet on the ground

And my eyes toward the sky.

If I have touched your life in any way

I just want you to know,

You have my mother to thank,

For I am but her shadow.

She taught me how to love

And some say, I have her laugh.

Every step forward I took,

I took on her behalf.

Everything I do, I do it for her

Because she gave her life to me.

She gave up her country, her family, her friends

So that I could know, what it meant to be free.

The fear of persecution,

I will never have to know.

For bearing the burden for me,

She is the greatest of heroes.

I may grow up and change the world,

Degrees may decorate my walls,

I may witness beauty few have seen,

And travel to more places than I can recall.

But the joy of loving my mother

Will be the greatest of these things

Because without her sacrifice,

My life would not have wings.

(c) 2012  ksoranna

Personal Note: Other mothers may be great, and wonderful, and loving…but my mother is one of a kind. She left her family, her friends, and her country at the tender age of 15 and joined a resistance movement against the Communist Party.  Against all odds and with the help of God’s grace she survived and escaped from starvation, a jungle terrain, enemy capture, and civil warfare to bring me into this world. On foot, she traveled from Vietnam to Thailand and from there, to the Philippines, where we were finally given refugee status by the United States. Thousands shared our journey, but we were part of the only 200 something, who made it.

Scientist used to say that it should have been impossible for a bee to fly and until recently, the bee’s success was a mystery. But the saying goes, that a bee never knew that it wasn’t supposed to fly, so it flew anyways.  Like the bee, I never knew the “impossible” because my mother showed me that the “impossible” does not exist. I came to the United States as a refugee, without even a birth certificate to my name. I didn’t even know a word of English when I started Elementary School. I grew up on the lower socio-economic side of town by parents who worked multiple jobs, knew very little English and did not have a high school education. Statistically speaking, I should not have made it very far in life, but my family never believed in statistics…so I graduated high school with honors, became the second Montagnard female to graduate from a four year university and went on to law school. I am currently working in the legal field and serve as an advocate for a non-profit organization that speaks out on human rights issues. Every success I have had, was because my mother believed in me.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mother and all the other mothers out there. May you also serve as the wind beneath someone’s wings, so that they in turn can become heroes and have the potential to some day change the world.

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About ksoranna

Ksoranna is the ideal version of myself. She is me...but better...smarter...funnier...sexier...

Posted on May 12, 2012, in A Penny for my Thoughts, Love Out Loud and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. This is awesome, K. I never thought to ask if your family stayed in Palawan, where the Vietnamese refugees stayed before they were given asylum in either the US or Europe.
    Your mother is a remarkable woman who raised a remarkable daughter. I miss my mom a lot in days like these. I just sent her your poem.

    • Thanks so much for taking the time to read it and forward it C…it means a lot to me!! I am actually not Vietnamese, but Montagnard (the indigenous peoples of the Central Highlands of Vietnam) and the Vietnamese and Montagnards were kept in separate refugee camps. We actually stayed in the Marong Bataan area…are you familiar with that region? And Happy Mother’s Day to you also…I am sure you are the wind beneath Juliane’s wings (LOL…thanks to Jeremy Lin, I feel like I know you). Is your mother still in the Philippines?

      • You stayed in Bataan? I rarely hear about the indigenous tribes of Vietnam – we have over 80 here in the Philippines.
        I come from Northern Luzon, same island as Bataan – an understatement since Luzon is a huge island. I belong to the ethnic group called Ilokano, which is one of the biggest in the Philippines. Yes, my Mama is still in the Philippines with my Papa, my sister and her kids and my brother. We were home this mid-february to mid-March, so we miss her and the rest of the family a lot. Hopefully, we can travel home again soon.

        Since I also feel like we know each other – in ways, we do – you can find me at Facebook. You might as well see what U look like and if you want we can be Fb buddies. LOL
        My nickname is Chikit. If you type that in, I’m the only Chikit living in Denmark. 😉

      • C, I feel like such a stalker!! I FINALLY found you on fb!! I couldn’t find you by name or by the region…but I was able to find you by your email. Please confirm me 🙂

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