Translator's blog

From the translator’s journal ~As if it were my own~

The young won’t understand
the feeling of an old woman of eighty,
said Mom a long time ago.

The seventies might be
on the continuous line of the sixties,
so I thought before.

But it’s not always true.
Sometimes the speed changes
on the age line.

Wish I could have followed
more carefully
Mom’s declining years.

Having lived separately from her,
I looked at her from the sidelines,
not of my own, my beloved Mom!

I would like to cultivate
my imagination
to feel for others’ affairs
as my own.

It’s never too late!
(Nov. 16, 2021)