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Dec 2014
"Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days,"
the young doctor said, her glasses a tinted red.
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

Mommy tucks me in and touches my face
The day has been long, she’s dying to go to bed
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days.”

Daddy sends postcards to get through long days
He misses his old life; where is he being led?
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

The maid reads me bible stories, short tales
Moses laid down his staff and the Red Sea parted
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days.”

Kevin borrows our soccer ball, he plays
The day turns yellow, the sun sets in ‘round the bend
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

I close my eyes and dream about the end
Where mommy’s happy and daddy’s my friend
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days,”
I keep seeing daddy without a face.
Anna Bettina Esguerra
Written by
Anna Bettina Esguerra  Quezon City, Philippines
(Quezon City, Philippines)   
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   --- and pluie d'été
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