Sometimes It Is Really Hard To Understand

she works with us as our domestic helper
her father is 35 her mother is 34 and there
are twelve of them in the family in that far
away mountain,50 kilometers from here

her brother works as a laborer in that
copra buyer a few meters from here and
he just met an accident and he is sent
to the hospital because he finds it hard
to breathe and he cannot speak a word.

her sister is pregnant with a new baby and
the wife of the master drives her away and
she has no place to stay & nowhere to go.

she wants to tell more sad stories about her
family but i tell her to stop. I do not want to know.

I look up to the sky, and I know God is listening.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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