Today I am sad

Hearth broken, I could say

I take the plane

My mom takes the bus

I go to freedom

She goes back to the terror

I'll be sleeping at night

She will pray that a bomb doesn't fall through the roof 

 

I kiss her goodbye 

She get in the bus

We both wipe our tears 

and wave an adieu.

Claudia Restrepo

(This poem was inspired by a Ukranian friend that has her mother living in Kiev. She moved to the Netherlands and they could meet again after five years in Poland)