MY POEM TODAY was prompted by this post shared with me by poet Felix Fojas who suggested I write a poem on his grief. I said I would not be rid of the pain in my heart about this victim in the 1945 bombing of Nagasaki in Japan during WWII until I let it out in a poem. I asked him to write a poem, too. Here is "SAYONARA".
SAYONARA
(For all the Children who perished from the Bomb)
I must hurry before they set it on fire,
I must hurry to where they built the pyre.
I must lay you gently down, my brother,
I must save you, Hiro, from some more pain.
There, beyond, Otosan waits for you, to carry you
To where Mother builds a little hut with tatami
Where you will all lie down to rest at sundown,
Where you are all far from the burning cloud.
Father and Mother will no longer be lonely.
Sayonara, Hiro, my little brother. I will not weep.
--- ALBERT B. CASUGA
August 11, 2015, 70 years after the bombing of Nagasaki
I must hurry to where they built the pyre.
I must lay you gently down, my brother,
I must save you, Hiro, from some more pain.
There, beyond, Otosan waits for you, to carry you
To where Mother builds a little hut with tatami
Where you will all lie down to rest at sundown,
Where you are all far from the burning cloud.
Father and Mother will no longer be lonely.
Sayonara, Hiro, my little brother. I will not weep.
--- ALBERT B. CASUGA
August 11, 2015, 70 years after the bombing of Nagasaki
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