Losing tracks of days and nights,
I'm the reason mom is crying, grieving,
I want to comfort her,
but I can't say anything,
my tongue wouldn't move,
All I can do I hope for a miracle.
Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes
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Autumn 1955~ Questions
I wish I could forget about it,
to stop wondering,
what it is like to live on a heavenly mountain,
or what it was like to die,
did it hurt?
or was it like falling asleep?
I wish I could forget about it,
forget about death,
but death always climbs back in the window,
no matter how many times I threw him out.
to stop wondering,
what it is like to live on a heavenly mountain,
or what it was like to die,
did it hurt?
or was it like falling asleep?
I wish I could forget about it,
forget about death,
but death always climbs back in the window,
no matter how many times I threw him out.
Autumn 1955~ A painful happiness
The entire family came,
even Chizuko, my best friend,
how happy I was,
while stiffly hiding my pain,
to see their faces smiling was enough,
as I open a big golden box with red ribbon,
inside a silk kimono with cherry blossoms on it,
as my eyes formed tears,
knowing the family normally couldn't afford such expensive cloth
as I tried it on,
luckily my swollen legs weren't showing,
listening to jokes, playing word games and singing songs,
my face not showing how tired I am
and when they left,
I manage to fold a single crane.
even Chizuko, my best friend,
how happy I was,
while stiffly hiding my pain,
to see their faces smiling was enough,
as I open a big golden box with red ribbon,
inside a silk kimono with cherry blossoms on it,
as my eyes formed tears,
knowing the family normally couldn't afford such expensive cloth
as I tried it on,
luckily my swollen legs weren't showing,
listening to jokes, playing word games and singing songs,
my face not showing how tired I am
and when they left,
I manage to fold a single crane.
Summer 1955~ Pain
I'm in pain, so much pain,
from daily shots and blood transfusions,
my heart aches,
seeing mom everyday,
face lined with worry,
knowing I'm the cause of her pain,
and growing deep inside me a fear,
of dying
but the golden crane eased it a little,
by giving me hope for a better day.
from daily shots and blood transfusions,
my heart aches,
seeing mom everyday,
face lined with worry,
knowing I'm the cause of her pain,
and growing deep inside me a fear,
of dying
but the golden crane eased it a little,
by giving me hope for a better day.
Summer 1955~ Back in the hospital
I'm back in the hospital.
Mom and dad visited me,
and I made a final request,
to leave my favorite beans cakes at my altar,
they say I'll live,
that I'll get better,
whether it's a fantasy or a possibility didn't matter,
as I imagine running again,
racing like the wind,
until then I have a few hundred cranes to go.
Mom and dad visited me,
and I made a final request,
to leave my favorite beans cakes at my altar,
they say I'll live,
that I'll get better,
whether it's a fantasy or a possibility didn't matter,
as I imagine running again,
racing like the wind,
until then I have a few hundred cranes to go.
Summer 1955~ O Bon (end)
Streams of family and friends came,
as happy as I was to see them,
by the end of the week,
I was worn out,
I couldn't do much anymore,
sitting, laying, listening,
One night,when I heard mom and dad arguing,
grieving over me,
It made me wish to be back to my old self.
as happy as I was to see them,
by the end of the week,
I was worn out,
I couldn't do much anymore,
sitting, laying, listening,
One night,when I heard mom and dad arguing,
grieving over me,
It made me wish to be back to my old self.
Summer 1955~ O Bon
Home is where happiness lies,
I know it's true,
For I was happy when I'm home
Home is the most beautiful place,
and I agree,
flowers brightening the table,
a house so clean it shone,
smells of holiday food wafted from all directions,
the altar shelf packed with dishes of bean cakes and rice balls,
for the ghostly visitors.
Home is where I want to be,
and now I'm here,
How perfect it is to be back home,
And maybe it will stay that way.
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