2021.05.06.
Mama
I hadn't seen what you look like yetbut I thought of you and spoke to you.
'Show me a healthy, crying face!'
Congratulations to a life that has sprouted.
That day we first met
even now seems strange to me.
You and Papa were crying so much,
you looked just like two children.
You had a pout on your face
when we took a photo to remember the school entrance ceremony.
You were just as shy as Mama.
I'm sure you were anxious and scared.
Of course there were days without an 'I'm home,'
and you wouldn't come out of your room.
So I felt a bit disheartened,
but I waited for you to talk to me.
Sad words, hurtful words,
I heard them so often.
But that's all right, I still love you.
I couldn't possibly come to hate you.
You brought home, all embarrassed looking,
a boy from your class.
He seemed as kind as Papa,
and Mama is happy too.
I always used to spoil you,
and now you're not here.
I thought that I would be happy
to have less work …
Sad words, hurtful words,
I heard them so often.
But that's all right, I still love you.
I couldn't possibly come to hate you.
Wherever you've are, whatever you're doing,
you're my child,
and I'll always say that I love you.
I don't need to have a reason.