War haiku

adding tears
to the snow of

what's a hero. . .
asked the child at her
father's funeral

another war--
unblemished snow
on your grave

another winter. . .
yet your death is as fresh
as this morning's snow

waving to her son--
was it as cold on the day
her husband left

crunch of snow--
soldiers at her door

bitter chill--
she whispers to the grave
son...you are a hero

Toshiro Takeshita

Toshiro Takeshita, 2003