Eighth Day
By Katie Flaherty
For seven days
she is limp as rags
and sweat damp;
our firstborn child
the color of a frog’s throat.
My own Petit Piton is burning
with dengue fever
and it’s too late
to go home now.
| Father Joker | (80) |
| Our Hideaway | (74) |
| Pulong ng Editor | (48) |
| Peace by Peace | (47) |
| To Search is to Find | (37) |
| Your Turn | (35) |
| From the Editor | (3) |
| Misyon View | (2) |
| Teachers' Guide | (2) |
