The post-war children
The sky in May is like turquoise,\nThe march is being played and it's victorious!\nI looked into my grandma's eyes,\nI saw a fragile tiny girl at once\nAnd at the same time - she's a warrior!\nThat hungry rear, that war, a mortal fear...\nIs twelve a lot or it's a little?\nAlone she stands - nobody near\nAnd from above it is a whistle...\nIt is a whistling falling bomb.\nSomeone was screaming, then it's calm,\nAnd then it is completely calm, \nit's dark and silent.\nThe trouble laid like cemetery cross -\nThe only breadwinner left for the front.\nThe girl could not believe in loss\nShe thought, it was a namesake \nin the funeral...\n***\nKeeping these memories alive in their heart,\nGrandparents of the war still\ndo not sleep at night,\nStaying with us by our side\nPraying for us -\nfor the post-war children.