for Samira and Eliana

I lie awake waiting to hear the pitter-patter of my eldest daughter’s tiny feet coming towards our bedroom door. I turn to my side and I hear “eche, eche”. It’s daughter number two asking for milk. Leche- she can almost say it. 

I creep back into bed. Thoughts interlaced with feelings that I try to turn into words flow to the page. A record of a recurring moment of life at present. And I feel love’s embrace. 

For Samira and Eliana. by Sharlotte Cua