I decided to write my found poem from the prospective of Sumiko when she just moved into the prision camp where there was no hope of ever being happy. How quickly life changes- the world you once knew. In the world of change you accept the changes. Changes that cannot be helped. You suffer to learn- learn to be a better person. You accept the ancient words Shikata ga nai. Shikata ga nai This cannot be helped. What cannot be helped? Anger from my American side.

This is what it felt like to be lonely, Like. Sumiko felt this a lot. She felt this maybe once a week. About to cry over every little thing. She felt like this about once daily. Persistent, Creative, Intelligent, Inventive.

Reflections and Discussions on World Literature for Children. She liked the stock better. They came in just about every color. Sometimes she liked an orderly arrangement,. And sometimes she liked something wilder. The half that liked to work. And the half that liked to daydream. The world was a huge mess. From the day she was born,.

Like maybe you might own a flower shop someday. Which dress should I wear? The world was a mess, Uncle will protect us. Pearl Harbor was like a big noise. The declaration of war was like a big silence. Will Uncle and Jichan be tortured? What have you been doing? How are we going to live here? The camp felt final, yearning for the farm. My only pleasure was laying outside. I have an Indian friend, would you like to meet him? I only.