Thursday, January 15, 2009

Daddy: October 1943- January 2005


Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going—
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.

(Ichikyo, written on the morning of his death, 1360)

14 comments:

Queen Goob said...

Lovely...I understand.

Karen ^..^ said...

Wow. Amazing and true.

The Mistress said...

What did they write with in 1360?

Leah said...

MJ: apparently, brush and ink.

Karen: I love that poem. I wondered what it said in the original Japanese, though. Maybe a little different.

QG: Thanks sweetie.

Brandy Wilcoxen said...

Lovely poem.

muralimanohar said...

Hey. Just here.

Cece said...

Hey Leah,
I guess the hole in our hearts they leave never fills up does it? The poem is lovely. Poignant and lovely. Damn, you've made me cry now.

Leah said...

Cece: you know, poetry has helped me all along in dealing with the death of my beloveds. And crying is good, I do it often when I think of dad, although in the early days, where you are now, it can feel so raw...love to you.

The Girl from Lokhandwala said...

Wonderful poem. Hope you're ok.

Old Knudsen said...

Mine went last month, yers at 62 was way too young sorry.

Poem was shite it didn't even rhyme.

Cece said...

By the way, Bindi had her baby.

Leah said...

Oh, Knudsen, you made me laugh! No small feat today.

kylie said...

take care of you

xx

Walker said...

Very nice
Simple, profound and true