A Message

my father
played piano
but he was steady

was to shy to dance
became a dancer
against all odds

time wears
down the cushions
a sitar drones
as pulse gets weaker
and feet can”t keep a beat

does this make you sad
as you recall
the earthly pains
before our final steps

ten years
after your death
you spoke
to me in a dream
I remember everything

warm tears
from the sky
rinse away my fears

January 24, 2021

tanka for Dad

I walk the forest
where my father crawled
in snow-filled trenches —
can I be the man he was
without ever tasting war

after you died
we read your journals
stacks, files, hidden boxes full
of notes, poems, sketches of life–
Dad, you paved my way

Tom Nakano, passed Oct. 1999

Poems by Dad, I will post more soon.


I have given many Roses,
But they were only Roses.

Now I find,
When I try to give a Rose,

The flower is gone,
and all I give is love.
                          Tome Nakano, 1967

Published by genienakano

I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.

6 thoughts on “A Message

  1. Genie, Thank you for sharing these beautiful glimpses into your dad and his continued impact


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