Where Would I Go

Where Would I Go? Where Would I Go? Where would I go If I left Japan? She is my Mother. I am a cherry blossom. I am one of thousands strong. I am her rocky soil. My feet are planted when The ground shakes. When Mother is angry. Where is my anchor In foreign lands? Who understands the voices That inhabit me? Who will find me lost among strangers? Who will know? I will stand solid through the tumult. Honor the lost by continuing them. Mix the blood from my hands with theirs. Suffer the fury to keep what is mine. My tears. My pain. My country. Mari Sloan copyright 3/11