(Author\'s mother has just died at year of 2000 already.)
Only one night that specially bright,
is the mid of the eighth month,
It rises with pure mirror likes,
hanging fully bright.
How large is it as my mother every year asked me!
Sometimes, I answered it looks likes a basin;
But, some year it looked like a hut.
Mom told me how large you see,
how rich you will be.
Why my fortune seems never matches as same?
As how large as I have seen.
Four years\' full moon nights passed,
my mom\'s voice was absent.
Where is mom living now?
I thought she is in the Moon,
from where looks down upon me and Dad.
