My mother is playing a little child’s smile, at the table of the special dishes for the New Year, although they aren’t cooked in an orthodox manner.  I just prepared them casually to please my mother.

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I think they brought back her old, fond memories of her childhood days.

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Mother smiles/

Special meal for the New Year/

Brought back her child’s mind/

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Yesterday, it was cold and rainy all day.

Sometimes we practice together.

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Warmth of mother’s calligraphy/

Beats/

Winter rain/

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These are collaboration works with my mother featuring the names of the seasonal flowers by her and my own haiku about them.

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Waking up mother/

Little, pleasant time/

Reflected in the fall sunshine/

Chio

Today, the third Monday of September, is designated as the Respect-for-Senior-Citizen Day in Japan.

When I wake up my 91-year-old mother and help her get ready and have breakfast is my happiest time these days.

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My greatest pastime lately is practicing calligraphy with my mother who turned 91 in July.

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I thought I would practice a lot today.  However, seeing my mother nodding off sitting beside me, I myself became sleepy as well….

Drowsiness turns/

Ink slab/

Into late summer sea/

Translation and calligraphy by Chio.

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I wrote this one about four years ago after visiting the facility for the elderly my mother then belonged to for the first time for a fun event for both the elderly and their families, a little concert of reed pipes.

In every household/

Is a good-hearted oldster/

Gourd flowers/

Translation and calligraphy by Chio

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My mother wrote these on postcards for her important friends.  Both of them are from other countries.  My mother is much more cosmopolitan than people would normally think.

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As a little, humble present for the temple we follow and support, I asked my mother to write one letter on a paper fan, a hiragana  (Japanese syllabary character).  The letter is the first one of the temple’s name.  As my mother turned 91 years old last month and is rapidly forgetting various things, I showed her what to write.

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