Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are my sweet heart.
I am your sweet home.
Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are living on the breast.
Today is another day.
You are living on the breast.
You are living on lights.
You are living on sounds.
You are living on smells.
You are living on airs.
You are living on sights.
You are living on voices.
You are living on touches.
You are feeding through Mam.
You are feeding through Dad.
You are feeding through everything.
Without shrapnel wounds.
Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are living on the breast.
I find my smile for you.
*Because I saw the twitter of Ukrainian WGM Anastasiya Karlovych and found that she was Founder of Home | Chess4peace.com to support the suffered children in the Ohmatdyt hospital in Ukraine.
On the website of the Ohmatdyt hospital, they need help like this:
The Stories of Ohmatdyt children who have suffered from the war | Охматдит
“The Stories of Ohmatdyt children who have suffered from the war”
“Dear journalists and media people, Ohmatdyt is kindly asking you to share the stories of the children who have suffered from the war. Some of them turned out to be receiving treatment in our hospital, where the specialists are fighting for their health and even life in a courageous way. Unfortunately, it’s not possible to help everyone. We collected 8 stories, which broke our hearts in this post. We are kindly asking you to share them and use the photos and videos for the whole world to see the crimes of Russia against the children in Ukraine.”
My friend translated the story in English for me about a mother shielded her one-month-old daughter from shrapnel, saving the child’s life, and sent me some videos about the family.
Telegram: Contact @ndslohmatdyt
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Olga and Dmytro and their baby.
**My friend shows you this poem also on the Ukrainian website for their children and others!
Please join them!
