I don't own TMNT

All together.

I, now as rat, mutated by a special green liquid.

Simply a man like many, oriental.

My name is Hamato Yoshi.

Happily married... before my wife perish with my sorrow.

All for hand of a enemy.

Or Shredder.

Walking along New York's street, with a bowl of four baby turtle.

My senses alarmed me: I wasn't alone.

I entrusted myself at my ninjitsu.

A group of impassive and identical men.

The were armed with strange laser.

I dodged, attacked, parried.

My bowl shattered in thousand pieces.

A green liquid infected me: slowly, every single fragment of my body changed.

I trasformed myself...

I fought to keep my memories...

I reflected myself in a mirror.

I was a monster.

I was a big rat.

My little turtles?

More big, green, with big eyes.

Blue, Green, Bordeaux and he... the most little... Blue-sky...

Big than the children of one year of life.

I didn't leave them...

I decide to find a place where hide us.

With them.

My new sons.

The sewers.

Me and them.

All together.

I kneel on a tatami, watching with affection my sons.

They have the name of great Italian Artistes of Renaissance.

Leonardo and Raphael play with some cubes.

Donatello exalts himself with his shadow.

Michelangelo is on my thighs.

Gently small.

He observes curious every my movement.

Then, he glimpses my little plait of white beard.

He draws his little hand, trying to catch it.

I leave him do.

I love them.

His blue-sky big eyes watch me.

The mouth is open wide in a bright smile.

His only white small tooth.

His little hand stretchs out toward me.

His sweet voice reachs in my fine eyes.

Is question of an instant.

I live again my past.

My pain.

I fight with Saki

I win...

He is overwhelmed by the anger: he burnes my house.

My beloved Tang Shin, my Miwa..

My eyes enlarge...

A missing heartbeat.

The world accelerates.

Miwa.

My daughter.

Now an angel.

Black hair, pink little bow on a strand, on the forehead.

Only white little tooth.

Big blue eyes.

Her little hand stretch out toward me.

I can't...

A shudder covers the back.

I know I can't stop my pain.

My short hair bristling under my lilac kimono.

I grip the arm around at the shell of my baby.

Michelangelo doesn't know what is the pain.

Nobody of my babies know it.

Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello approach.

They crawl 'cause don't know to walk.

I put free hand on my face.

The tears wet my hair and my five hands.

Just a thought.

Just a name.

Miwa.

This is a Poem written when I saw the initial episodes of TMNT 2012/2013. I didn't know Miwa was alive...

I hope you like it and... please, tell me about the mistakes. I'll correct them!

Thanks!