My grandmother told me about the earthquake she survived in 1918. The memory of it was vivid and padlocked in her 90 year old mind at the time. My mother was waiting to be born. She claimed that was why she was so strong. She planted a tree to remind her that one’s roots sustain and remainno matter what.
I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. Butthey are a proud people, a strong bunch and will never give up faith. Thank you to all those who have reached out to help the victims. Que Viva Puerto Rico!!!
Earthquake, be not proud!
when you shake our senses to the ground
we awake and look for what is to be found
the remnants of our dreams
are not as shattered
as you may think
Our oneness knows
the pain of others.
Our island is an emerald so unique
Our pride continues to glow shine.
Shake us all you want.
I dare you!
We are mindful now;
of where and how,
and in the now.
More than ever
We know who cares.
We know the sincere heart of those who share
The eternal green of the our mountains,
the glorious and gorgeous azure of the ocean that surround us