Every time I see my son ...

Every time my son watches The figure of becoming an adult It is magical It is lively It blends into the city and its growth A glimpse Like almost as fast growing bamboo shoots Showing fast growth I became my father for the first time One day of fifth grade Taking a seat and negotiating parents and children And then I told you The feeling of being a parent ... Worked while frustrated I worked until it got a crack I worked until a person was afraid ... But now my son's growth I must not lose, too I am heading to the picture Cherry blossom fresh green leaves A lot of green leaves While spreading I wish for happiness Lush green happiness I'm beginning to feel it Next is my turn to bloom ... You do not have to be flashy as you see it I look gentle Like wild flowers I want to bloom all over Nohara Bless little happiness Of the Oununnonfugri like… The poet ~ Now person ...