She and her self-portraits

It was her self-portrait

Pink carved jade small face

Against the sun

A cute ring of tiny fluff

Dad liked to lift her up around his neck

She felt that the days were so unhurried and unhurried

Little stubborn eyes and

Clenched fists

And the corners of the mouth that do not accept defeat

A voice: Child

It will also make her cry quietly

She saw her mother's tears in the night

And always sad chanting

The days of losing Dad

She wants to protect the people in the family

Don't be bullied

The face of the girl who was suddenly quiet

Large glasses were erected on the eyes of the water spirit

She read all the books she could read

Turned the library's masterpieces over and over again

In the twilight of the setting sun

Holding the guitar and playing shallow and singing low

Bumpy body

Melancholy and serene face

She grew up with her mother's nagging and neglect

But I remembered what my girlfriend said:

Suppose the world doesn't love you

You also have to learn to love yourself

A satin-like black hair

Vertical lines began to appear on the forehead

She couldn't bear the grief of others

Thought that was love

She spent ten years

This loneliness is over

With her quiet and sad little daughter

The face has begun to lose its vividness

Loved the hand that held the pen at night

Started to stop writing her poems and thoughts

Her literary style

It became a project case and

A design drawing

That was the basis for her to support her daughter

She didn't dare to slack off a bit

Eyes are no longer bright

But there is an element of fortitude in it

The corners of his mouth began to smile

She was with him in the midst of twists and turns

Because of that famous earthquake

Came together

Beside her was her young daughter

Her smile was contented and kind

The figure has begun to have the appearance of middle-aged fortune

The little daughter said it was an O-type mom

The eldest daughter said that this was the image of home

Sadly sent away

Old mom

Her heart was empty

She seemed to have become a child

Laughing and laughing with my little daughter every day

Dad roared

The two men immediately breathed their breath

It's like being caught

Kids who have done something wrong

She and her self-portraits

In the short but long years

Stroke by stroke

Yamakawa

rivers

Home country

Mind

And also

...... love