No more meals to make.
No more clothes to fold.
No more nights to wait
Until he gets home.
No more matches.
No more practices.
No more uniforms.
No more rules.
He is free.
He has flown.
He will learn.
He will grow.
Far away in Tokyo.
While here I sit.
Here I grieve
For what I feel I've lost
As I watch him leave
To begin his new life in Tokyo.
A part of me has been put to rest.
A part of my life has ended.
The rest of me must carry on.
Until my heart has mended.
I'm sure that something new awaits.
I'm sure this is just a junction
Between what has been and what will be
I'm sure it serves some function.
But today I will sit and sip my tea.
Today I will sit and cry.
Today I will reminisce silently
I will let myself say goodbye
To my son who has left for Tokyo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem