Tanka, May 2011
At the beginning
and end of the day
the robins chirp merrily –
layers of red in the sky
burnt onto my memory
一日の 始めと終わり ロビン鳴き 赤き空が 目に焼きつきて
Tanka, August 2011
The warmth through cat’s fur
with a continuous purr –
a piece of happiness
found right here on my lap
what more can I ask for?
ごろごろと 猫のぬくもり ひざの上 幸福の時 このほかになし
© 2011 Yukari Meldrum
p. 25 in Living Room, Suite1, 2011, Edmonton, the Living Room Collective
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A poem by Yukari
I am here
Where are you from?
Again, someone is asking me this
right at the Heritage Festival
under the beautiful summer sun
I’m from here.
No, no. Where are you really from?
By the way, you speak good English.
I made this town my home.
I’ve been here,
growing older,
spreading my roots under the ground
under my favorite red roof.
A displaced person –
a poor, poor person
who is not in her own country.
I’m quite happy here, thank you.
The only things I miss about the country I chose to leave
are family and friends who did not come with me
and – ah – beautiful stationery I can’t buy here.
But
I have my life here,
living, working, paying taxes, and
drawing Xs on ballot sheets.
Little memories that make me smile
bitter memories that turn into funny stories
I am piling them up right here in this town.
I live here and I am settled.
Who are you to try uprooting me from where I belong?
I am here.
© 2009 Yukari Meldrum
In Dymphny Dronyk and Angela Kublik (Eds.). (2009). Home and Away.
Edmonton: House of Blue Skies. p. 132
Where are you from?
Again, someone is asking me this
right at the Heritage Festival
under the beautiful summer sun
I’m from here.
By the way, you speak good English.
I made this town my home.
I’ve been here,
growing older,
spreading my roots under the ground
under my favorite red roof.
A displaced person –
a poor, poor person
who is not in her own country.
I’m quite happy here, thank you.
The only things I miss about the country I chose to leave
are family and friends who did not come with me
and – ah – beautiful stationery I can’t buy here.
But
I have my life here,
living, working, paying taxes, and
drawing Xs on ballot sheets.
Little memories that make me smile
bitter memories that turn into funny stories
I am piling them up right here in this town.
I live here and I am settled.
Who are you to try uprooting me from where I belong?
I am here.
© 2009 Yukari Meldrum
In Dymphny Dronyk and Angela Kublik (Eds.). (2009). Home and Away.
Edmonton: House of Blue Skies. p. 132
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