Jeanne Wakatsuki
When you leave and return,
The memory still remains.
Whether withered or wilted,
It does not wait in vain.
The silver dancer leaps
And gallops through the air.
I throw the dream away,
Only to find it is still there.
Come tomorrow, come yesterday,
Hope still remains.
For wherever the heart lies,
Memories do not wait in vainNote: When Jeanne first arrived at Manzanar, she was only eight years old. She remained in internment for two years until she was released at age ten.
