Awoke, the child in the broom cupboard cried!
Neglected for years now
it could not longer be ignored!
Unnamed, an abortion left behind in Japan,
blood on a white sheet.
Heartbroken, its mother had expected a healthy love child!
and the ship sailed without her.
There, there my mysterious child cry no more,
I know that you miss your mother, so do I.
The ship sailed, as ships must,
and never returned.
I have an image of you in my heart
and the sun rises over Yokohama every day
just for you my unlived child.