Nurses, kind and nice;
The pink walker I depended on;
Shower time I was looking forward to;
A nurse call button at my disposal;
The travel toiletry set;
The bed I lay my weary, aching body;
The hospital room that welcomed visitors;
I hope I won't see you again, but thank you.
Friends came to help me to move out.
From the taxi window, I saw the world alive.
The society is a living creature.
I wonder if there is a place for me.
Homecoming.
I couldn't walk on my own. I realized
My muscles weakened significantly.
Later we went out for dinner
Regular meal after so long
I drank sake and forgot about my ailment.
Smiles of friends in full blossom.
Wheelchair, wheelchair
I am disabled.
How will I get used to you?
And the more difficult question is
How will I prepare to die.
Poem by Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
© 2011
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