Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Genee Marie

She grew up to the rhythm of the waves,
Of the singing winds and the rustling leaves;
She breathed the fragrance of the ocean breeze,
That swept across the sun kissed southern seas;


For her home stood by the sand-laden shore,
With talisay canopy by its door.
She may journey far but will not forget,
How the prickly sand grains with dewdrops wet;


Clutched at her soft little feet as she rolled,
Over the earth with gray carpets unfurled;
And there, the briefest hour went winging through,
With smell of seaweeds on her sole and toe.


She will always vividly remember,
The cold August morns when rain drenched her hair;
The scent of shells she picked and kept so well,
And all the things to which she bade farewell;


When on that fair June day she took her leave,
With youth's memories clinging to her sleeve






by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento




















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