Hold Fast to Mother's Hand     (translated ver 1)

- A poem circling the web by an anonymous Chinese (later found, a mother who were thousands of miles away from her young daughter, home, in Sichuan when the quake stroke, she was unable to return home and lost contact with her family)

Child, quick
Hold fast to Mother's hand
The Road to Heaven
is so dark
Mom is afraid
you'll hit your head
Quick
Hold fast to Mother's hand
Have Mom walk with you

Mom
I'm afraid
The road to heaven 
is so dark
I can't see your hand
Since the walls fell
and stole away the sun
I haven't been able to see
your tender gaze

Child
Go
The road ahead carries no more sorrow
no more boring school books
you won't ever see dad's fist again
You should remember
The image of your father and I
In the next life, we'll walk together again

Mom
Don't despair
The road to heaven is crowded
There are classmates and friends here
We all say
Don't cry, don't cry
Every mom is also my mom
Every chid is my mother's child
Since my days are finished, 
Give your love to the living children

Mom
You shouldn't cry
The glimmer of tears gives no light
Its our road
Let us take it ourselves

Mom
I will remember the image of you and dad
And remember our promise
In the next life, we'll walk together again