Viacheslav O. Melnyk (Anchous)

Beloved son, sweet little blood, I can't come to terms, I don't have the strength anymore… I'm waiting for you to come, to make me dove And say "mommy, I love you very much". But you don't come and I know you won't come, Never leave me you will embrace me, my son, But the heart is a rebel, you will not command him. He does not want to reconcile, as my mind says. Although I saw how they laid you in the grave, How your grave was closed. She stood and prayed. Then everything was as if in a fog, although she knew that it was not a dream. But I hoped. They sympathized with me… Time, they say, heals, The pain will fade a little, and with time it will recede, But all this is not true, the heart hurts more! There is no child. And what is worse in the world?! It is hellish torment for mother and father. Where did they get the strength to survive the misfortune? There is no greater sorrow than the loss of Beloved son. Who will pay the parents!? No one will bring back my son, I know… But I believe that our son is resting with God. He raises prayers to God for us, For all of Ukraine! He asks God for peace