Hello God!
Thank You for today! The 9th of May is the Victory Day!
What if I was a child of war…
I live in the village Khatyn
You will not find on the Google maps
As Neverland, but we were real
We were alive. We are alive!
Bells toll every thirty seconds
To remind about us.
This is our house, where
Every morning I meet
My mother’s smiling eyes,
My father’s loving hands.
I have one brother and three sisters,
Five bellflowers of mother’s Love:
Slavik is the youngest, he is 6 month,
Manya is 15 y.o, Anya is 10 y.o., Yuzya is 5 y.o.
I am the oldest, I am 12 y.o.!
My father Ivan
He is a forester.
He brings a warmness,
We eat a bread tonight,
Because of his loving hands.
Telling in advance
I met my death on his loving hands…
One spring morning of 1943
I remember in details.
I have not met a mother’s smile,
Her pale face and trembling voice:
“We have to go! We have to go to barn!”
I knew about war and Hitler
But in the grey uniforms they were people,
No Hitler by himself:
A man, a husband and a dad.
There was a horrid silence,
Even little brother did not cry,
We were dying in the barn
A man in the grey uniform set fire.
(149 people, including 75 children, died.)
Why? What for?
My mother’s destiny was
To pray for easy death
For us?!
They were a men in the grey uniforms.
No Hitler by himself…
The Khatyn memorial desk says: “You all are our family, we bows our heads in a great sorrow, standing before you. You were not conquered by Nazi murderers. In the dark days you took the death but the flame of your love to our Motherland never extinguishes. The memory of you is immortal as eternal Earth and eternal bright Sun above us.”
Thank You for sharing with this moment of the memory bells have reminded and Your Precious Being in my life.
Glorialana Magazine 