her husband left her
when their kids were just
a matter
of three, four, five years
she had to feed
them alone with the use
of her very own flesh
literally. i mean it.
all daughters went
to Japan and danced.
they married and
got rich.
and then she wore
an expensive jewelry
on her hands and
ears
and then he wrote
a letter saying that
he likes to come
back. She
opened her arms
to hug him.
i went to manila
and spent my
life there
in three days.
attending to her
wake
offering prayers
for her
dead and wasted
body.
i am learning
in that place
what is betrayal
what is forgiveness
what is reconciliation
what is death
what is it to be lost in a crowd
what is it to be left alone
what is cancer?
and they always say the truth
there is no cure.
may she rest in peace.
amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem