The first years of their exile,
tell the children about unheated train stations,
the bravery of mothers breathing warmth
on tiny fingers.

Later will be time to describe the sound of sunflowers
landing on coffin lids,
hundreds of golden petals
falling on a mother
and her two children
who ran for their lives,
but not fast enough
after which the noise
of an engine roaring into a station
will seem only a fairy tale, a television show
about the endless winter of ’22 in Ukraine.

Image credit:Viktor Hesse

Trish Saunders lives in Seattle and  frequently thinks about Yosemite. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Mien Magazine, The American Journal of Poetry,  Pacifica Poetry Review, Right Hand Pointing, Eunoia Review, Silver Birch Press, Whiskey Rye Review, Off The Coast Literary Review and other places. Right Hand Pointing published her chapbook, "Last Note" in 2019.