By Amy Santos
Why sometimes the long face?
And now the melancholy eyes
Silence that is more deafening
Like calls for soul-searching.
What is the matter with Carla?
Keeps bothering her friend Lena.
Is it the mysterious husband
Who never shows his face around?
The life of the party, Carla has always been;
A popular beautiful campus queen
A professional enjoying a happy life
When she meets this city man and becomes his wife.
A joyful high school graduate
Grateful Lena accepts her fate
In the barrio she just remains
Helps mother sew dresses, linens.
Blissfully tied to a peasant
With hired men tilling his own farm,
Harvest good, enough to keep warm
His family provided, with secured account.
With her only child, a daughter
Carla visits Lena in the summer
And more often thereafter
Enjoying the day with fresh air and laughter.
For her friend’s children imported toys, steak, and bacon
Thoughtful Carla brings along;
A new dress for the daughter, and fresh harvests
Are Lena’s family gifts in take home handy baskets.
As they watch their children playing,
They recall their games and silly quarreling
Their happy childhood, and the good old days
Schooldays together, and fun-filled holidays.
Suddenly, Lena’s thoughts are cut
As Carla comes near to chat;
Nay, but to confide, between sobs, her man has gone
Living with another woman.
Knowing but refusing that it is happening
Lena gently pulls friend farther from the children
Praying not to make a scene;
Oh that man, such a fiend,
Scoundrel, a scatterbrain !
O Lord, calm me down as you do my friend.
Please guide us that we may not go astray
Strengthen us to follow your word and way.