Elena's Humming Soul

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THE WOMAN IN THE ESTERO


Her fingers
craved. Trembling
for rice
inside the palayok.


Just one single meal
She thought
to survive,


Her shanty,
Squalid and dark
beside the estero.


Her only refuge
from stern eyes
and iron rods


The only thing
she can call
her own . . .


Till those men
in blue
crush her roof


forbid not,
her soul.


by: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2017

Date Written: April 19, 2014






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