The Cause of his cry
By Denver E. Torres
When I was in first year high school
And Adó, our youngest was yet to
Celebrate his first birthday,
I was always excited
To go home and smell his head and hair.
His head and hair smelled like the juice of the coconut fruit.
Though unlike the coconut, his head felt so delicate, soft and
Smooth as if he shampooed Mama’s Nivea.
I would rush home early after school to do this for many days.
I thought that at that time I became addicted to his smell, and
I wanted to smell him more and more.
And I was so happy when I was doing that,
Happier than watching Ghost Fighter
Happier than eating Magnolia.
And the more I smelled him, the more I
Became touchy of his head and hair
And then this would wake him up from his afternoon sleep.
And he would cry so sharp that it will make me hurry-scurry,
Like Ming Ming, our cat when caught red-handed
Stealing the leftover fried fish in the kitchen,
And hide to the next room;
So that Yaya will not catch me.
I, the big brother, the Cause of his cry.
