A Message~ Tanka Series

by Genie Nakano Dad played piano melodies wandered but  he was  steady Dad was too shy to dance me I love to dance the gates of heaven open time wears down the spinal cushions as pulse gets weaker a sitar drones and feet can’t keep a beat Dad I wonder   does this sadden you…

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by Genie Nakano

Dad

played piano

melodies

wandered

but  he was  steady

Dad

was too shy to dance

me

I love to dance

the gates of heaven open

                                    
time wears

down the spinal cushions

as pulse gets weaker

a sitar drones

and feet can’t keep a beat

Dad I wonder  

does this sadden you

as you recall

the earthly pains

before our final steps

ten years

after you passed

advice

from you in a dream

clear prophetic words

Dad

your warm tears

falling

from the sky

rinse my fears away.

January 24, 2021

Tom Nakano,
RIP, 10/1999

2 responses

  1. genienakano Avatar

    Interesting story. Dad was in Bruyeres and helped rescue the lost battalion. Hideki and I went to Bruyeres 3 times. We met a really nice couple there and stayed at there home each time. It is a beautiful village. Dad never talked about the 442. He said he wanted to move on. He trashed all his medals. I didn’t know he had them but Hideki my husband went through a lot of paperwork and got copies of my Dad’s medals. Ten medals! But Dad passed away years before we got them.All this time I thought he deserted because he never talked about his experiences in war time. Only a beautiful short story of a love affair he had with a woman in France. In the story he talked a little about the Bruyeres Battle but quickly went into the love story. I f interested I will send it to you. It is called Interlude I guess meaning a break from fighting.

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    Anonymous

    Very nice! I’ve met several members of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team. One was at Mom’s nursing home. Brian had dementia but was 98. I sometimes stopped by to check on Mom after Coast Guard Auxiliary meetings or boat patrols. He would stand and salute me, not realizing I was not an officer. Every time he heard the national anthem or saw the American flag he would stand and salute and cry. I had a former employer who had been in the “Lost Battalion” at the Battle of the Bulge who had been cut off and surround by the Nazis. He was rescued by the “Fighting 442” and spoke highly of them.

    ~Charles Harmon

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