A little girl sings “Let it go”
She’s hiding feet beneath the snow.
She smiles and sings
While hearts break
I wonder what will be her fate.
In makeshift shelter
Applauds break out
They hide the thunder
Of shells that hit the ground
Her song drowns out that awful sound.
The tiny person
Cannot understand
The devastation to her land
Her voice as clear as a bell
Distracts one moment in this hell.
Her future unsafe, unsure
No escape through Russia’s door
Food and water in short supply
The city doomed; about to die
Will her song end
I watch, I cry.
©Cheryl O’Brien 2022