Why would rarent want to kill their child?
Every year, the city of Sendai holds a poetry contest for elementary school children in the Tohoku region and elsewhere. The contest is named Bansui Wakaba (young leaves) Award in honor of*1 a native son, poet Doi Bansui(1871-1952) known for writing the lyrics*2 to the song "Kojo no Tsuki" (Moon over a desolate*3 castle). A poem titled works that recieved an honorable mention*4 at the 48th contest, held last fall.
"Mother is soft all over/ Her cheeks are supple*5/ Her calves are plumplish*6/ Her thights are tubby*7/ Her arms are soft like rice cake/ Her belly is so bouncy that if a dwarf*8 used if for a trampoline/ He would fly far away/ Mother is very very soft/ When I touch her/ She is warm ans makes me feel good/ She offers to serve as my bed."
Reading the poem, I can picture kind, smiling face of the child's mother, who must be rather plump. Takumi Nashiyama, who wrote the poem, was murdered Tuesday at his home in Hachinohe, Aomori Prefecture. He was 9. His mother, 30, who admitted to strangling*9 him with an electric cord, was arrested.
Her "soft like rice cake" arms must have hugged*10 the boy many times. But that morning, those arms turned into weapons. Apparently, the boy, who died in his pajamas, had no time to question, "Why, mam?" I am speechless when I think about the gap between what she did and the close physical affection*11 the boy described in the poem.
According to a witness, the mother and son were seen going home together from school, chating*12 happily after the academic year's closing ceremony last month. Wnat went through the mother's mind when she strungled her son? In the end*13, couldn't she recall her son's "memories of physical contact" that he wrote about with so much affection? I feel tightness in my chest thinking about what went wrong.
Takumi is not the only child to have been exposed*14 to such a harsh reality. It is so unimaginably removed from the soft touch of parents. If the last image children have before their young lives are taken away is that of the murderous look of those they love more than anyone else, nothing can be sadder. Mother, father, please do not kill your child. Offering my prayers, I find myself once again going over the poem writien in hiragana. (Herald Asahi, April 4)
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"Mother is soft all over/ Her cheeks are supple*5/ Her calves are plumplish*6/ Her thights are tubby*7/ Her arms are soft like rice cake/ Her belly is so bouncy that if a dwarf*8 used if for a trampoline/ He would fly far away/ Mother is very very soft/ When I touch her/ She is warm ans makes me feel good/ She offers to serve as my bed."
Reading the poem, I can picture kind, smiling face of the child's mother, who must be rather plump. Takumi Nashiyama, who wrote the poem, was murdered Tuesday at his home in Hachinohe, Aomori Prefecture. He was 9. His mother, 30, who admitted to strangling*9 him with an electric cord, was arrested.
Her "soft like rice cake" arms must have hugged*10 the boy many times. But that morning, those arms turned into weapons. Apparently, the boy, who died in his pajamas, had no time to question, "Why, mam?" I am speechless when I think about the gap between what she did and the close physical affection*11 the boy described in the poem.
According to a witness, the mother and son were seen going home together from school, chating*12 happily after the academic year's closing ceremony last month. Wnat went through the mother's mind when she strungled her son? In the end*13, couldn't she recall her son's "memories of physical contact" that he wrote about with so much affection? I feel tightness in my chest thinking about what went wrong.
Takumi is not the only child to have been exposed*14 to such a harsh reality. It is so unimaginably removed from the soft touch of parents. If the last image children have before their young lives are taken away is that of the murderous look of those they love more than anyone else, nothing can be sadder. Mother, father, please do not kill your child. Offering my prayers, I find myself once again going over the poem writien in hiragana. (Herald Asahi, April 4)
Comments
this is piteous.
i hope the mom tells the police
why she did that.
perhaps she has mental illness?
i assumed.
i hope parents wont try to kill them
as well. dont try it at home.
stress perhaps.
i hope the mom tells the police
why she did that.
perhaps she has mental illness?
i assumed.
i hope parents wont try to kill them
as well. dont try it at home.
stress perhaps.
