I happen to memorize her voice,

First thing in the morning.

Just as I was about to reach for a glass of cold water,

There is a yellow sticky note on the table

Reminding me of an old habit,

Start the day with a warm sip of coffee

I happen to memorize her voice,

While waiting for a cab late at night.

I stand in a well-lighted spot,

Bag back in front.

When a cab finally arrive,

I whispered a little prayer for a safe ride

I happen to memorize her voice,

During a dark blue night.

There are deadly lullabies from the wall

And dark figures at the window.

But it all suddenly disappears

Just by a calming memory of home

I happen to memorize her voice.

All her teachings and wisdom.

Her tiniest reminders.

I carry it with me along the road

Keeping me safe

A clear reminder of her love

Literary by Primo Policarpio