Wednesday, August 17, 2016

17.8.16 (#228) Locked Away by Myron Lysenko

ships and aircraft exchanged bombs
as the cost of bread kept rising

my mother caught a train to another country
and became a teenage labourer there

my parents raised four children
and buried two of them in separate cemeteries

my father had to run away from home
because his father wanted him to become a bootmaker

the Germans looked handsome in their uniforms
but Ukrainians were desirable in their embroidered shirts

my mother always liked to sell things
and it gave her extra pleasure when it was food

my father had one room and when he was a teenager
he filled it with books and turned it into a library

my parents married and caught a ship to Australia
and the soldiers who weren’t buried were locked away


2 comments:

  1. Freedom. Prison. The same. Except when they're not.

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  2. This is great, that sense of incongruity during those upheavals

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