Little girls need Barbies, and hugs from Teddy Bears,
licks from little puppies, checker boards with squares.
A rug to play upon, a little patch of lawn,
but when she woke at dawn, her placid life was gone,
Her Mommy packed a bag, with all that she could drag,
then she offered her a flag, and on her coat a tag.
Her Papa’s face belied, the tears he held inside,
his family must divide, he’d never stand aside.
Parting on the platform, the sadness is forlorn,
the one to face the storm, the others left to mourn.
Crowded on the train, zipping ‘cross the plain,
no one can explain, why she left Ukraine.
The hours roll on by, still she wonders why,
underneath the sky, she sees her Momma cry.
The train will finally stop, and it’s time to walk,
so weary they could drop, reeling from the shock.
Join an endless line, maybe they’ll be fine,
the people are so kind, past the border sign.
Her world is in a stir, that no child should endure,
her future is a blur, as we pray for her.
LDT March 12, ‘22
Over two million people have now fled Ukraine. Half of them are children.
One way you can help is by donating to the United Nations Children’s’ Fund (UNICEF). Ukraine Appeal | UNICEF
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