I dial back to the past.
Thank you, mom and dad, for all the letters written as in lunch I used to take to school.
Nutritious to both body and heart.
I'll commit this fabulous poem to memory and remember my parents and recall them and all the good things they did for me.And I will stand in my own little corner and thank you Sir for allowing me to read this great poem.It has in an instant made me a better human being.I salute you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful written and true, in Japan the obento (lunch box) is well known for its balance, taste as well as lovely looks.But the best thing from it shall we never miss: the drops of love a mother share by cooking it. Lovely poem!