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As I Walk With Young Americans

Auburn hair,
unknown roots
a quiet nature.
We shared,
daily, sitting
on the wood
steps at the
stage left. One
whole year, our
daily routine.
Summer came with
another move
disappearing
without a trace.
Binibini, dear
Norma, I am S.

One of us had
parents transferred.
Sharing, eating
sandwiches out of
paper bags never
happened again.
Wondering how she
did, who she became.
I am sure well. A royal
demeanor,
is how she always
strolled from
class to class
a real Dalagita.

In the dapit hapon
of our lives,
thinking of you.
A dear school chum.
No tables and chairs
for our
school, we did
not care. Bring
food or starve. Near
the karagatan
we all lived.
Serving our country
indirectly of course.

A lifetime of
travel. Never
knowing if she
ever was with
bata, Or how
many times
she became a lola.

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  1. May 19, 2013 at 11:53 pm

    smiles…love the interspersal of language in this…when i was in elementary school one of my dear friends was half japanese…his mother was, his father white…he was creative…went on to the naval academy…i lost track of him after college…you have me wondering…

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  2. May 21, 2013 at 12:15 am

    …you managed to make this sound & feel like Filipino… wow. .. i am impressed by how you mixed those tagalog words in your poem with a natural feel as if you were really using those words for a long time… you just made me proud. . thank you so much…. smiles…

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  3. Laurie Kolp
    May 23, 2013 at 11:28 am

    Very touching… friends like that stay in your heart forever.

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  4. May 24, 2013 at 3:15 am

    classical shapes you make with a neo-quality making fresh the memory

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