1
Echo the years of your existence through the lines
On my forehead. Tread with a point
Of your finger the edge of my hairline
To the tip of my nose.
Trace my scars, I wore them
Like badges of motherhood.
Pass the eyes, dead tired, wide
And white. Part my lips evenly
Like the red sea. And then as if obliged, hear my story.
2
Envelop my neck with your long fragile fingers
To measure the orbit of your days.
Cup my breast beneath your palms as I have
Nurtured your soft head between them. Measure the length
And strength of my arms down to the protruding veins
In my hands. Hands which many times
Slapped your cheeks
And healed them back. Outline
Every curve down to the thighs.
Let the image of birth come
To you. Nanay to me,
And me to you.
3
Fit your fingers between my toes
There the sand once passed
Through. When we shared a walk in the sand
That, I could no longer do. Mark the blisters,
One two three. For each time I ran behind your
Every whim and pain. Carry me now, if you can
Now that my feet can no longer carry you.
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