she had her storms the past few months
her husband
sired a baby with another woman
and she cried in all these blunders
events she cannot accept at first
the seas will be rough
and she will be in a boat where she will find it hard
to move and breathe
she sails and she is now back home
to her senses
it is her birthday today and my brother-in-law greets her
with a kiss and perhaps more promises
she will smile with the guests
us and the rest will cheer for her and sing her
a birthday song
all along we pretend that we do not know a thing
about the storm
whether there were those who sank and drowned
and counted as a number
a casualty
who wins who loses
we cannot count with our fingers the
minuses and the pluses
the party goes on with more food,
desserts and
hard liquor
we pretend all along that we do not know a thing
like life
my dear sister, life goes on
stick with it, let them those who hurt you
sink and be forgotten
the sea is calm you might as well decide to take your
happy swim
or just take a dip and wet
a part of your lip
see? nothing happened and those that happened
have become
stories merely not even wanting to be told
repeatedly,
we are merry
we have decided to be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem