Ichiyo Yamamoto
Dear Grandma
I wish I could see you more often
I miss the tropical rains and symphony of coqui frogs
beckoning in the spring mornings I spent at your house
the former plantation home
where you raised my father and his three sisters
with your cane sugar hardened hands
Alongside my grandfather, who I may not know, but I bear his name
Mamoru
Mamo, you said you called him
I wish I knew him
My mother told me he was a kind and sweet man
You had dog tags and a gas mask in your locker when you went to school
The family was too poor to be interned
You kept working in the fields
Working even harder when your mother fell ill
Now you carry a never ending smile
After eighty three years of strength and resilience
I wish I could be so strong
I miss the Big Island
I miss Hilo, the local side
Where the surrounding forests envelop the town, shrouded from all else
Where the winding narrow asphalt weaves along with the mountain sides and rolling hills
Where the laid back atmosphere is cultivated by genuine and warm hearted locals
Where I felt most safe and joyous
Where my heart is
Yet times are changing
We have drifted apart
as the storms grow stronger
And the waters rise higher
Slowly sinking, slowly drowning
The world may be on fire
But still you smile
I wish those little green glass frogs we gave you as kids
could return the tides back to the way it was before
When there was no worries
But that’s not enough
I may not know how to turn back the tides
But I will return
I will make sure of that
I will always come back to the place
That I have never forgotten
And will never
That brought me joy
Where you are
In Hawai’i
It’s been almost ten years since I have returned
I remember the black and white coastal sands, the seas and skies of mesmerizing blue, with trees and shrubs of matching green hue
as if it were yesterday, Grandma
Like those sea turtles to that secluded lagoon, I will find my way back
You may have moved to Oahu now
Where I will see you again
But my heart will always be in Hilo
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