Lucrecia’s gift


The barrio sun
In her smile, Lucrecia
Came to us, her shame
Under a hood of silence.

Our rituals and money chase
Veiled our eyes – we failed
To see the secret
Inside her. She washed

Her past in the laundry
Tub and kitchen sink
And garnished her present
With the meals she prepared

Our pigeon-holed selves
Could not foresee that
A baby’s cry would one
Day crush Lucrecia’s

Life but put back the sun
In ours. Lucrecia gave us
Her future.

(From Light and Otherwise, new
poems by Rosa Maria M. Magno,
The Salt Country Publications, 2009)


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