For Leah, for standing by me
We have everything, dearest, everything.
Time and memory, lots of them.
And the stories that we live by,
The ones that we write with our dreaming
And longing, sacrifice and song.
The days are longer now in these parts
That miss so much of you, your absence
A presence keeping us company, consuming
Us in a way. Nasudi Anchin the angel talks
To you in mornings she misses so much
Your voice calling her out to play
With her mermaids and little foots.
This afternoon, she hurts herself
In that fall. I am her mother, true,
But the scene and sound grip me so. I tell
Her: darling daughter, we live our exilic
Lives and lonely loving the best way
We can. But then again, hope has a name.
I tell you so: we have everything,
All the time of our remembering.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Torrance, CA
2004
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