The Promise

she was alone
in that nipa shack
for her children
were gone
seeking their own
destinies
in the city

this was her farm
this muddy place

we met this morning
as i was taking my walk
passing by her
lonely place

she was there
and we talked
she was talking about
how her medicine
made her dizzy
and was asking for
herbs as
substitute

she died
an hour ago
before i came back
to bring
the banaba leaves

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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