The earth shook.
Then stopped.
His parents
Lay buried
Somewhere
In rubble and rain.
His little hands now
Ferry barrows of debris.
Ten bucks a round.
Enough to keep
The hearth warm
For him and his sister.
Another night passes.
Tremors stay.
Then stopped.
His parents
Lay buried
Somewhere
In rubble and rain.
His little hands now
Ferry barrows of debris.
Ten bucks a round.
Enough to keep
The hearth warm
For him and his sister.
Another night passes.
Tremors stay.
Oh Ruby, you write beautiful poetry and prose. I live in the land of earthquakes...I understand tremors, but have never lost a loved one because of them, nor had to struggle after them either. This is so heartfelt. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you for appreciating, Simple Home. These lines are an ode to the Nepal tragedy. There were pictures of tragedy all over social media and one with a brother and sister hugging stayed with me.
DeleteStay safe.