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Earthquake - A poem

May 11, 2019  •  Leave a Comment

A memory popped up and so did this poem:

Mountain RiverMountain RiverCanyon on a Mountain River

 

Earthquake

 

I sat on the floor next to my grandfather

as he lay twitching and shaking from the

brain bleed that would quickly

take his life just moments later.

 

All that I’d learned about love and life

seemed to fan out before my 14-year-old eyes

as I watched him die, wanting to do something.

Terrified that I didn’t know what.

 

Then he was gone.

I was certain the world would

pause or salute or shed a tear.

But nothing slowed;

Few noticed.

 

Nothing changed.

 

Except me.

 

 


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