Your Hands (and Heart) Imelda

“Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.”

– fr. To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick

(for Meldy, singer, old maid, heart-by-pass patient)

“your hands have seen better days,”
(i tease)
the sheen on your fingernails
(i miss)

on your palms are beads of sweat
(i see)
like ice crystals melting, wet
(as sea)

your skin once fair, now callous
(i feel)
creased as crinkled leather, loose
(as peel)

the toll, the years have taken
(at last)
but, still your heart’s untaken

– between
years and fears
is an old maid.

(c) 2004 Chito L. Aguilar


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