I feel history slipping away
All great grand parents gone
Only one grandparent standing
Ama y Apa’s stories already tremble
None of us remember
They’ve shifted too much
Away from their past
Away from oral telling
Threw out the old for modernity
I hope one day I can save our story
And that there is someone gentle enough in the future to see the significance of the mystery
J.Mar
JMar 