It’s been a rough week. I don’t really have enough left in me to write a long confessional today; I feel like I’ve been doing that all week long.

So, instead, I offer you two waka from Ōtomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume, an 8th century Japanese woman and poet. In both poems, she speaks of her daughter.

“More than gems in my comb box shaped by the God of the Sea,
I prize you, my daughter.”

“I gaze out
over the fields of Taketa
and see the cranes that cry there
without interval,
without pause:
such is my longing for you.”