I say, “Bless you”
or “God bless you” to my students,
Japanese young ladies
and they say/she said, “Thank you.”
I am surprised. Known.
I suggest they write, speak,
“I love you, Mama/Mom/Okaasan”
on Mother’s Day.
And this is met
There are no “I love you’s”
between mother & child.
Not at this age (They are 12 & 15).
Blessings over sneezes have moved in,
but not radical proclamations of I Love You,
Mother who cooks me the most splendid of bentos
& dresses me in resplendent expensive private school blues.
I like you
I need you
I love you
Worry, perhaps, instead
& I got news for you,
not many moms say it to their kids.
It may just be for TV & silly movies.
Maybe some Western expressions
Sometimes eggs do stick to iron pans
snow doesn’t stick, that is,
stay on the ground.
Sometimes things need to thaw;
the ground just needs to soften, is all.
You just bless,
different is also
But as for me & my household,
We yell, “I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
& roudy up the neighborhood.
A kiss can even land
through a windstorm
clapped shut, caught in my little girl’s mouth
before flapped back.
Love is the ruling word around here
(or will be).
Spring is the time, you know,
for “aaah-chooooos” & the grand grace
of being treasured,