A SWIMMING LESSON
For Father (Francisco F. Casuga+)
How much of those happy times
would you bring back, like the waves
ebb but must always rush back?
It is the sea that returns you intact
into my now empty days, windy days,
your laughter always a raw memory.
You threw me into those restless
waves, cried out a challenge: Swim!
Kick hard, swing your arms! Swim!
And I never stopped, not for hurts,
not for lost dreams, nor for losses.
You warned me never ever to cry.
--- Albert B. Casuga
11-03-11
*Culled from "Poesias Para Los Muertos" (11-01-11). I was not able to say goodbye when he died at the Bethany Hospital in San Fernando, La Union.
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