Your name was a song
on a young mother’s tongue
for many years after,
her diaphanous dream
of a world as it should be—
everlasting.
Chance or circumstance,
you bathed my naked flesh
with Japanese concepts
whispering yet. A soft
longing melody
on an old woman’s tongue.
for Evelynne Matsumoto
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Now I will cry every day for the rest of my life-thank you. Your poem for me is the best gift I have ever received in all my almost 80 years. I will have it framed as a family heirloom and read it every day on my wall.
Very sincerely, Evelynne (Watanabe) Matsumoto
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