Goodbye Rosary

When I go to sleep, I always pray in my
bed.

“It’s a secret from everyone.”
Because Sister Michael gave me a rosary,
so that no one finds out,
I crawl deep into my bed
and pray.
I pray once
with the large bead of the rosary,
and I pray ten times with the ten small beads.

As I repeat this,
I get sleepy and fall asleep.

Father, Mother
Please come pick me up soon.
Father, Mother
I want to live with you.
Father, Mother
Please take care of yourselves.

I hate curry.
That is because Sunday dinner
is curry.
Whether it is sweet or spicy,
I hate it because it makes me want to cry.
The little girl sitting in the seat in front of me,
and the big girls too,
I know that they are
secretly crying.
I grip the rosary
in my pocket
tightly.
A girl with hair as fluffy as cotton candy who just arrived


sat in the seat
in front of me.
She looked at me,
who was eating curry with a strange face,
curiously.

Father, Mother
I miss you, I miss you.
Father, Mother
Please work hard.
Father, Mother
Please take care of yourselves.

Sister Michael, whom I loved so much,
is gone.
I was told she went somewhere else.
She was kind to me,
gave me biscuits,
and even hugged me.
Because she left
without even saying goodbye,
my chest felt tight.
Sister Michael’s precious rosary,
a beautiful rosary.
I cried in my bed.

Sister Michael
I miss you.
Sister Michael
Please don’t forget me.
Sister Michael
Please take care of yourself.

Because I have grown up,
I am going somewhere else.
When Father and Mother
come to see me,
I am worried that they will be sad
if I am gone.

Father, Mother
Please work hard.
Father, Mother
Please take care of yourselves.

The cotton candy girl is crying.
I gently touched her hair.
The girl with brown eyes,
the same color as the beautiful rosary beads.
I gave the rosary to the girl.
I also taught her how to pray.
Rubbing her eyes, the girl said thank you
and smiled at me.

My rosary, my beautiful rosary.

Father, Mother
I am



Father, Mother
Please take care of yourselves.