“I wish your young love sweet joy”


I wish your young love sweet joy*
For Ma. Christine Antonette and Mark Partrick

I wish your young love
will grow
like a raton planted in a potent soil,
Or will thrive
like cut canes inches above the ground.

I wish your growing love
will mature
like newly cut cane turned into molasses;
Or will be purified
like the crystal white sugar.

I wish your maturing love
will survive
like a cane standing despite the slashing,
Or will triumph
like a cane shooting despite the burning.

Above all, I wish your surviving love
will nourish each other
like sugar bits compacted into cube,
And will flourish
like sugar giving sweet joy to a home in every way.

*copyright 2014 by Gerlie M. Uy

World Poetry, anyone?


This book is my latest bedside companion.

I started with the antiquity and I was amused by the verses.

While we continue to fight over preservation of culture, starting in language,

I realized that the real voice is not found in a language or in an era

it is found in our Human Experience, our capacity to love, to fail, to triumph, to lose, to try, to hope, to persevere.

That defines our voice across time and space.