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  2. A DISTANT ECHO

    Like those distant echoes of sounds
    we learned to feel safe with, these
    faint calls are never as far as those
    gentle caresses that lulled us to sleep.

    Why do lullabies linger and stay long
    after all the loving and the kisses?
    Are they all that is left of the tender
    touch on the tired troubled brow?

    I still feel her warm hands on my back
    when cold mornings would wake us up
    to the first day of school. Do I have to?
    Like the first cicada, she said: You do.

    Morning sounds like these remain clear
    even as they fade like distant echoes.

    —Albert B. Casuga
    08-02-11

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