Memory of Teresa
Teresa was a friend of mine in Hong Kong
Anyway I think she was.
She made Hong Kong pink and bright
Simply with her laughing smile.
To me she was prettiest with sea wet hair
And water dripping down her shoulders.
Hong Kong was a good few years.
And on a hill in San Francisco,
At Christmas, when I received her card
I closed my eyes
And felt her cold black hair.
by Pat Christian
illustration by Laurel G. Cole published in