For Nasudi Francine, for reading the books
You will keep on reading the books, dear.
The winds are changing here on my window.
They grip me so and tell me of moons beyond
The mountains, those that reveal themselves
Past our Marikina Heights home, the one we
All know, keep it forever like a birthmark
And the memory of the birth bag, my own
Your grandfather buried on tree tops.
Like you, I read the books, all those that
I could lay my hands on in tall trees,
The tall tales they tell me enchant me
In the magic of first and lasting loves,
Those that go with whispers, the ones
Sustained by silences and daydreams,
Those that announce their presences
Without words, like the distance between
Us all now, I in the this wild wanderings,
You in the hearth, haven of our best days.
Yesterday, I went to the Santa Filomena
To ask for grace, the one that will give
Us millions of courage, millions of smiles
To embolden us once more as Christmas
Comes around in the corner, reminds us
To reunite by emails and the Forex box of prayers.
Even as I sigh each second of seeing you
In my mind, you with your dolls and teddy bears,
Even as I count the memories with the months
On the calendar and witness the wilting
Of two years, withering like fallen leaves,
I keep on hoping for your child's embrace.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Artesia, CA, USA
Nov. 8, 2004