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What Stays

Updated: May 1, 2019

She's forgotten

how to put names

to eyes



So what?

She's better with voices, they tell me.

She's forgotten

how to speak the language

of arrival

of the world

of her grandchildren.

So what?

She sings the ancient one, I hear it.

She's forgotten

how to operate

the machine of functionality.

So what?

She's forgotten

how to please and smile

at things and people she cannot bear.

So what?

I tell her

"Ti vojju bbeni, zzia."

She looks at me

with the sharp eyes

of a 29-year-old Caterina.

She replies

"puru jeu" with a kiss

and the unmistakeable certainty

of a woman

che sa il fatto suo.

She remembers whom she loves

maybe not why

and that's fine

because love is

what stays.

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