A POET CHERISHING

The girl cherishes a dream:

She wants to play.

A black seven-string guitar.

After the victory.

 

 

She is 13 years old.

Until February 24.

She lived a happy life.

In her native village.

 

She was in 7th grade.

She loved anatomy.

And drawing.

And learned to play the guitar.

 

The girl and her family had been.

Living in the Mykolaiv region.

On March 5.

‘Orcs’ soldiers shelled her village.

 

At this time.

She and her mother were.

Tapping windows.

To protect themselves.

 

From the shock wave.

after the explosion.

She doesn’t really remember.

How it all happened.

 

She said she heard.

The whistle of a rocket.

And then her mother shouted:

“Sonya, run!”

 

The girl managed to take.

Three steps away from the window.

When a piece of metal hit.

Her in the temple.

 

She fell to the ground.

And lost consciousness.

The girl’s mother also had.

Her face injured by the shell.

 

The shrapnel hit a vessel.

Near the mother’s nose.

The woman’s face was.

Covered in blood.

 

The girl’s mother says that.

The roof above their kitchen.

Now has a hall through which.

You can see the sky.

 

 

The girl cherishes a dream:

She wants to play.

A black seven-string guitar.

After the victory.

 

 

The ‘orcs’ rocket hit.

The family’s house.

The girl was taken to.

The local hospital in Mykolaiv.

 

Despite the constant shelling.

The local doctors performed.

Surgery on her but were unable.

To retrieve the shrapnel.

 

For some time.

She was put into.

A medicated deep sleep.

The doctors fought for her life every day.

 

Her mother was.

Even afraid to.

Ask about the child’s.

Chances of survival.

 

For almost four weeks.

She lived with a metal fragment.

In her head because it was.

Very dangerous to get it out.

 

The child’s right limbs.

Were hardly working.

All this time she was.

Suffering from a headache.

 

 

The girl cherishes a dream:

She wants to play.

A black seven-string guitar.

After the victory.

 

 

On March 29.

The girl and her mother were taken.

To Ohmatdyt to remove the fragment.

That had already caused inflammation.

 

The shrapnel was stuck.

Deeply in the girl’s head:

It was in the middle between.

The hemispheres of the brain.

 

Our doctors performed.

Trepanation of the skull.

And removed the fragment with.

The help of an ultramodern ultrasound.

 

The metal fragment was.

Close to a huge vessel.

In the child’s brain.

But the surgery went well.

 

The mother says that.

The girl was looking forward to.

The surgery so that.

“Her head would finally stop hurting”.

 

When the girl regained.

Consciousness after the surgery.

She immediately.

Thanked the doctors.

 

Now, she continues.

Her treatment in Ohmatdyt.

She is going through.

Rehabilitation and.

 

Slowly learning to use.

Her right hand again.

She wants to get back to.

Her favorite hobby – drawing.

 

She dreams of.

Spending the summer.

In her native village.

In the Mykolaiv region.

 

Swimming in a pond.

Catching snakes.

And playing the guitar.

In her native village.

 

 

The girl cherishes a dream:

She wants to play.

A black seven-string guitar.

After the victory.

 

 

*Because I read “The girl has been living with a piece of shrapnel in her head for over 3 weeks: Ohmatdyt doctors has extracted the fragment of the shell from the 13-year-old who came under fire” on the website of OHMATDYT, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Sonya and Lyudmyla.
Please read the original story here:

The girl has been living with a piece of shrapnel in her head for over 3 weeks: Ohmatdyt doctors has extracted the fragment of the shell from the 13-year-old who came under fire | Охматдит

 

 

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