MARIE AND THE GRANNIES ON SKYPE

 

 

MARIE AND THE GRANNIES ON SKYPE

 

“Call on the Skype. You will see her and she you. She won’t know you’re away.”

She toddled to her piggy bank,

Calling out to us on a Skype,
Promised by the techno-gods
As the ultimate hugger-video
Calls and “you will never miss
Each other, however far you
Travel, wherever on this planet
You go.” Hugging the porcine
Money keeper, she cried quietly:
“I got money for ticket, Yo-ya,*
I ride on airplane. I come see you
In Vegaaas. Come, Tati, come,
let’s go to my Yo-ya on airplane
in ehport. Come.” (to her aunt,
Our first born, and a soltera).

Pleading, the Skype-Granny,

Helpless, hapless on one end
Of the visual enabler, magic
Wand of lonely absentee lovers,
Quietly said, between sniffles:
“I will see you soon, darling,
Babalik na si Lola. Uuwi na ako.”*

The wee lass, yesterday’s infant

Still in their eyes, showed paper
Bills and coins: “look, Yo-ya,
I have money, and, and, I come
See you in Vegaaas.” Old folks,
On holidays, are never too far
To brush those little tears
Rolling off her reddened cheeks,
But they, too, cry who miss one
Precious wee lass grown feisty
Brandishing measly paper bills
To fly to filthy-rich Las Vegas
Bulging with gold on the Sierras.

---Albert B. Casuga

04-05-14, Las Vegas, Nevada

*Yo-ya (‘lola, endearment for abuela, grandmother in Spanish)

*Babalik na si Lola. Uuwi na ako. (Lola is coming back. I am coming home.)
Marie Clementine, is our 2-1/2 year old youngest granddaughter. Like her mother, she talks now in a rapid fire manner.