To
whom it may concern:
Dear Sir,
The sight
of grizzling boy and his father soothing him
Has inadvertently reminded me of you
I wonder if you could love your baby
Are you sure to cherish your baby in your loved wife
I cannot
remember being loved by parents in my memory
I wonder if I have been raised by parents who do not know how to love
Although I have kept saying that I adore you
I doubt if I do not really know what love is
What people
just passing by around have in their hands for granted
Is fatefully missing, I have a somewhat strong hunch
I, who is supposed to have many things which others ordinarily cannot
have,
May be a have-not of what is the most important to human life, of all
And I may be fatally flawed as a human, I wonder
I find
myself to think of you when I reflect such a thing
For some reason for no special reason
With carrying such a serious defect within ourselves
Will we run through our days, I wonder
With a void which will never be filled inside our hearts