Lethologica by Apple Mae Pandian

I am in search of a word

that stows away all the brittle silences.

The syllables

must echo the altruism

welling in the eyes of a mother,

and from her navel looms a sentence

that tires itself demarcating life and death. 

A father

feeling the soft skin of his child

says no words

for he knows none can hold a minute. A joy

must burst when it is donned on the table,

blessing a family that feeds on last night's bones.

There is a word

for moments dying sooner,

and how a memory bleeds can be nursed

once or twice in a curve of a lip.

A word there is,

so strong it wrestles its own cowardice. 

I need to find it;

I just do not know where to start.  

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Apple Mae Pandian, an undergraduate Psychology student in University of Mindanao, is a writer of poems and essays. She is currently living in Davao del Norte, Philippines with her parents.