How can I tell you son? / Poem by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak  

 
Poem by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
 
 
How can I tell you son?
 
How can I tell you, my son,
that there is no home anymore,
that your rocking horse got burned,
that I haven’t anything to eat for you?
 
How can I tell you,
that the roof from which we used to watch
starry sky completely collapsed a day before?
 
How can I tell you,
that you can’t see your beloved grandma anymore?
She was trapped and died under the rubble of the house.
 
How can I tell you,
that grandfather has gone forever too?
He went to save grandma but instead
died burned alive.
 
How can I tell you,
that there is no street on which you grew up,
and you knew so well each corner of it.
 
How can I tell you,
that daddy went to Heaven last night?
He died in the hospital saving other people’s lives, while it was bombed by an enemy.
 
How can I tell you, my son,
that you have to live on, although the world is dying around now, though the world is burning.
 
Though you are a kid now, remember,
the immortal spirit still lives in us.
It connects us in need and allows us to survive no matter how tough our life is now.
 
We will defeat the Monster, which has attacked insidiously during the night,
and we will be living in the land of our
ancestor’s, as it is our land and belongs to us!
 
 

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