One Point Zero

The hands of time created
A certain touch which led
To hurting smiles and hungry cries
All those ten years...

With gritted teeth, gnawing
Clenched fist, struggling
To quench uncertainties
All those ten years...

Held in my arms
A daughter whose broken
Convincing, trying
All those ten years...

I was broken too
All those ten years
But I did long for you
All those ten years...

*Decade by Maria Zobel M. Certeza