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ALBERT B. CASUGA, a Philippine-born writer, lives in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, where he continues to write poetry, fiction, and criticism after his retirement from teaching and serving as an elected member of his region's school board. He was nominated to the Mississauga Arts Council Literary Awards in 2007. A graduate of the Royal and Pontifical University of St. Thomas (now University of Santo Tomas, Manila. Literature and English, magna cum laude), he taught English and Literature (Criticism, Theory, and Creative Writing) at the Philippines' De La Salle University and San Beda College. He has authored books of poetry, short stories, literary theory and criticism. He has won awards for his works in Canada, the U.S.A., and the Philippines. His latest work, A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems was published February 2009 by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House. His fiction and poetry were published by online literary journals Asia Writes and Coastal Poems recently. He was a Fellow at the 1972 Silliman University Writers Workshop, Philippines. As a journalist, he worked with the United Press International and wrote an art column for the defunct Philippines Herald.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

OUT OF THE SHADOW

What's on my mind? My Poem for Mother who would have been 95 on January 11, 2018. (With Charito Casuga Corpuz Daisy Buenaventura Casuga Valenciano Rachel Ruth M. Espinueva Chikit Corpuz Vesterbaek Lourdes Veronica Nicky Casuga )
OUT OF THE SHADOW
(For Nenita Buenaventura Casuga+ Mommy)
There, atop the hill overlooking the sea,
You waited for him to come and get you.
"Come out of the shadow, Nenet, baket ko.
I have waited this long. Come with me."
Grasping his hands, you let out a sigh,
"What took you so long, Paking? I waited."
Atop that hill overlooking the sea, he tarried.
He knew she would brood and ask: "Why?"
"They were not ready with the Nara hut,
Where I would take you and our children;
Yes, atop a hill overlooking the sea, when
it is done, we will all be there; keep it shut
from rain, where there can only be sunshine
atop that hill overlooking the sea. Come then."
Mommy, you held Daddy's hands gently, and
came out of the shadow. There was no rain.
--o00--
(Con amor duradero, Mommy. We love you.)
--- Ambit, a.k.a. Albert B. Casuga


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