Aggie-tan

I am from drawers decorated with delicate treasures From books and teddy bears long neglected I am from the third, fourth, and fifth steps that creak when I don’t step carefully I am from the cherry tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own I’m from sandy beaches and holiday dinners I’m from the old mutt with a stomach tumor and the swollen leg that ties my uncle to a chair I’m from cigarettes and loud noise and from a river of invisible tears I’m from “Mahal kita” and “Don’t wander off too far!” From a Winter Solstice Song and words that haunt me like ghosts to th