The Garment Factory Incident

My daughter – lovingly referred to as Thing I on this blog – writes as Amory Powell on her own blog. Here she felt the urge to express the emotion we all feel about the Savar tragedy as poetry. I found it very moving and trust you will too.


I apologize for this being so late. I have been meaning to write for ages, but never got around to it. Then I had some technical malfunctions and was unable to get onto my site. For the last week I have had a terrible terrible virus that seems to be known as ‘writer’s block’. I shudder at the thought of it 😉
I wanted to write a story for this, or some meaningful words that could produce people to tears. But try as I might, I couldn’t come up with anything. This event has been so awful that no words can cover all the emotions that I felt for this. Nothing could explain just how devastated everyone is. I decided instead to do something I have never done on my blog before, write a poem.
So here goes nothing.

The crumbling cement
Piled up high,
A mere quarter of…

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