“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
She was so horrified.
By the devastation of.
The ongoing war.
In Ukraine.
On a recent visit home.
She knew she had to do.
She knew she had to do.
Something to help.
Now based in the UK.
She is appealing to people.
To donate vital medical equipment.
To help soldiers and civilians.
To help soldiers and civilians.
In the war in her homeland.
Especially in Kharkiv.
Where she grew up.
“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
A retired school teacher.
She now lives in Bromsgrove.
And said crutches.
Walking frames.
Foot fracture boots.
Emergency blankets and.
Dressings for wounds.
Were among essential items.
That are needed.
The donations will be.
Sent to a hospital.
Near to her.
Where one of her former students.
Now a medical intern.
Is helping with.
Emergency operations.
“Our city is bombed.
Every day and every night.
Without stopping.”
She said.
“And new people are.
Being wounded every day.
It is a desperate need.
For any medical equipment.”
“That could be useful.
For to help them.”
“And new people are.
Being wounded every day.”
The 65-year-old said.
Her appeal was “from my heart”.
To support soldiers.
Fighting on the frontline.
“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
The Medical intern.
21, who is helping.
Receive any items.
Said injured soldiers and civilians.
The Medical intern.
Said injured soldiers and civilians.
Would be extremely grateful.
For donations.
“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
The ‘elf’ refugee.
Has said she is grateful.
For an “amazing” response.
To her appeal.
To her appeal.
For medical equipment.
For wounded soldiers.
In her homeland.
She has received.
Enough donations to send.
Three consignments back to.
Her home city of Kharkiv.
Close to the border.
With ‘Mordor’.
In a little more than.
A month.
“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
She said: “I don’t have.
Enough words to express.
All my feelings.
I’m so excited.”
“I’m so excited.
To get such an amount of help.”
She said she was.
Widening her appeal.
To ask for.
A range of medicines.
Dressings and equipment.
She said one donor.
Drove from Wrexham.
With a boot full of crutches.
He told her.
He had one set of his own.
Following a knee operation.
But spread the word.
And was surprised.
By the response.
“It is very difficult.
To describe in words.
What is happening now.
In my beloved city without tears.”
“Air raid sirens.
More than 10 hours a day.
Sometimes you wake up.
To a siren.”
“Go to work to a siren.
Work and rest to a siren.
Sleep to a siren.
… and it is terrible.”
“All my colleagues understand.
Perfectly well that.
We work in a place where.
A missile or a drone can fly.”
“But we get up.
Every morning.
Without a drop of doubt.
And go save people’s lives.”
*Because I read “’Our city is bombed every day and every night’” by Caroline Gall on13 Jan 2025, “’Amazing’ response to Ukrainian medical appeal” by Charlotte Benton on 4 Mar 2025, 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 Tanya and Danya.
Please read the original stories on the BBC news:
Bromsgrove refugee appeals for medical equipment for Ukraine
