Tuesday, July 10, 2012


Photo by S. Auberle


who never got to grow old…
born the year after me, who did.
Her beautiful bones stricken
by the atom bomb disease,
she was only two
when Hiroshima was bombed,
and though spared that awful day,
the poison lurked within,
and ten years later consumed her.

Only because I was born
across the world, did I receive
 the gift of growing old

and when these bones
of mine are ash, fling them
into the sky, into wind
and my beloved lake,
return them to earth,
let them make a tree.

Mix my ashes with Sadako
and all those who have died
and are dying everyday,
in our still-misguided

attempts at ending war.
Blend me into that soul
waiting to be born, the one
who will finally  bring peace,
for until we learn, there is nothing--
not even a thousand cranes--
that can save us now.


*Sadako Sasaki is a heroine to the children of Japan,
who visit her memorial in the Hiroshima Peace Park
to leave the paper cranes they make in her honor.


Blogger Ralph Murre said...

Thanks for this one, MiMi. ~ Stanley

6:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

love the image of a thousand paper cranes...beautiful poem

11:58 AM  

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