Ripped from our land,
veins and arteries exposed.
My man must remain,
defend the homeland.
There’s a hole in my heart,
organs excised.
For the sake of my children, I go.
Cranes come, settle, comfort and
protect us from dangerous snakes.
Clouds of blue and yellow
remind us of our home.
It’s not all roses.
We will remember.
Published in Topical Poetry, March 27, 2022
Painting “For the Sake of My Children” by Lana Matskiv
