Midsummer journey—
 
if my father had a grave,
 
I’d bring one red rose.

 
 

Memorial Day—
 
we hike to the hillside grave
 
to say hi to Dad.

 
 
 

Autumn pilgrimage—
 
I visit my grandmother
 
in her weedy grave.

 
 
 

Memorial Day—
 
the master sergeant’s widow
 
weeps beside his grave.

 

 
 
 

With help from the wind,
 
snowflakes rearrange themselves
 
on my father’s grave.

 
 
 

summer solitude—
 
fading bouquets of roses
 
on a soldier’s grave

 
 
 

summer solitude—
 
placing three yellow roses
 
on my father’s grave

 
 
 

At my father’s grave
 
I find that someone has left
 
white chrysanthemums.

 
 
 

Memorial Day—
 
the first lieutenant’s children
 
weep beside his grave.

Chrysanthemums

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
on my father’s grave I place
 
white chrysanthemums.