If only these legs could walk one more time: Collection of Tanka Poems dedicated to my husband (English Edition)
Spring storm blew away sakura flowers, not leaving a single one (March 14th, 2013)
One day I started to call my husband “Grandpa”. After he passed away in 2008, every time I go to vinyl houses he left, a crow comes. I call him “Kanta”. Today is unusual – he came right to the vinyl house entrance…
My husband used to call vinyl houses his “second homeland”. Over 30 years, no matter snow or rain, he came here every day in the morning to do his job, first for melon, then for flower growing.