New York Reunion Party

February 3rd


I feel somewhat embarrassed.
It takes nerve to appear in a wheelchair.


The elevator arrived at the 8th floor.
The door to the banquet hall opened.
I felt as if in the spotlight.
I felt extremely embarrassed.
'Cause I can't walk.


"Maria is here.  Please deliver your opening address for us."
Please, I've just arrived.
Do you expect me to talk into the mike?  
Oh, No! everybody would hear me.


Silence
I'm good at speaking
Once I know the subject
I can talk this and that
from the onset to a wheelchair.
Well done.
Applause


The sense of embarracement turned into a sense of familiarity.
I felt happy to see you all.
This could be the last time
Tears welled up in my eyes
Each has his/her own memories of New York.


Thank you for your encouragement.
Thank you for your smile.
Thank you for the flowers.


After the party, some came to my place
In Azabu Juban
Beer, potato chips and laughter
The camera is rolling
Till 1:00 AM.   I had a good time.
See you again
At "Club Maria" I open here at my place
To spread the circle of love.

Poem by Maria Franki

Edited and translated by J. Ujiie

copyright 2011