• 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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