I’ve often wondered
Had you not been cut down in your prime
How old would you be today
And what we would be doing tonight
No doubt strolling hand-in-land
Watching the sunset at Tokyo Bay
As the sky turned an orangey-golden
We’d be swapping haikus all the way.
I’ve often wondered
Had you not been cut down in your prime
How many kids would we have today
Little Hanako and little Yumita
Squealing with laughter
Childish energies unbridled
With spontaneity unhindered
Chasing butterflies at Toyko Bay
With our snow-white Akita trailing not far away.
I’ve often wondered
Had you not been cut down in your prime
How would you look today
Your petite frame
Anointed by womanhood
Your silky-soft, straight long hair
Framing your sweet little face
A woman-child angelic as always
You would have grown to be quite a lady
A loving wife and a great mummy
I’d say.
Footsteps in the sand
Leave behind more than memories
You are gone
But impressions linger
Sights and thoughts trigger
In my mind’s eye are visuals –
And hand-in-hand together here we are again
With little Hanako, Yumita and our snow-white Akita
So happy at Tokyo Bay.