Mountain Woman
(after Kitagawa Utamaro)

She is not your droomed lady;
her hair falls freely,
her breasts hand unconcealed,
they are for motherhood.

Her boy is lively and demanding,
looks up intently,
clutching at her dress;
their faces are eloquent.

The child is a bolt of energy;
she is proud of his vigour.
She amuses him with dangled chestnuts
and will soon yield to an embrace.

This is what it is
to be a mother.