Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Tremors stay

The earth shook.
Then stopped.
His parents
Lay buried
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.


  1. 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!

    1. Thank 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.
      Stay safe.


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