It all bogs down to how we come to terms
With suns rising in our midst, daughter Camz.
We go to so many places familiar and certain,
The contour of our imaginings constrained
By a million mornings coming close to the game,
We victors and vanquished but not knowing
The difference, the daring always a done deal.
You tell me of how you did it your way,
In your own sweet and challenging day,
With the lessons of courage and care
Thrown in between that falling in line
To enrol in truth and name its bogus kind.
As we go on and on, we see more and more
Of dusks not coming at the appointed time,
Of dawns failing to show up in moody mornings
At those times we need affirmings
Like my absences in thousands of years
At the time of your quiet questionings.
But forgive me, dear daughter. Remember
As always our common dream: to live fairly
And well, to live in the just faith forever.
Tell that to your kid sister and tell her,
Oh, please tell her to include me in her prayers
Even as she climbs mountains and swims rivers
In the ricocheting reality of her child's storyteller.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Redondo Beach, California
Sunday, Nov. 7, 2004