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Poetry

by Katerina Grad

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POETRY
inspired by M. Albom
"The Five People You Meet in Heaven"
by Group 111
2023
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Poem 1
by Dmitrii Tikhomirov
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The Poem of Omission

The only sunny day that I remember
Was once the birthday of myself.
I greeted relatives, my elder
Tried to achieve the candy theft.

The only eyes that were that day not on me
They were like donkeys tired look.
Were eyes of old man in the shadows
That snored himself right on the hook

He thought he was like mighty giant
That was protecting our tribe,
But in reality, a pitiful alliance
Of just himself and his enormous pride.

After this day he will again neglect us,
He will attack us and won’t speak.
The mourn that I heard from my brother
I won’t be able to forgive.

He brought the thunderstorm in our bedroom,
He made us fear him and obey.
Why bring such violence on offspring?
But why we loved him every day?

At shattered presence he mourns just like my brother did,
He calls for family and offspring that now aren’t able to forgive.
Locked in the prison of his own mistakes
He craves to ones on whom he brought upon the roaring flames.
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The Poem of Omission

The only sunny day that I remember
Was once the birthday of myself.
I greeted relatives, my elder
Tried to achieve the candy theft.

The only eyes that were that day not on me
They were like donkeys tired look.
Were eyes of old man in the shadows
That snored himself right on the hook

He thought he was like mighty giant
That was protecting our tribe,
But in reality, a pitiful alliance
Of just himself and his enormous pride.

After this day he will again neglect us,
He will attack us and won’t speak.
The mourn that I heard from my brother
I won’t be able to forgive.

He brought the thunderstorm in our bedroom,
He made us fear him and obey.
Why bring such violence on offspring?
But why we loved him every day?

At shattered presence he mourns just like my brother did,
He calls for family and offspring that now aren’t able to forgive.
Locked in the prison of his own mistakes
He craves to ones on whom he brought upon the roaring flames.
Poem 2
by Ilya Yahanov
In life, I was just an ordinary man,
A maintenance worker with a simple plan,
But in death, I learned the truth,
That there's more to life than just me and you.

I met five people in the afterlife,
Each one with a lesson to help me thrive,
From my captain who taught me sacrifice,
To my wife who showed me love's true price.

I saw the ripple effect of my actions,
How one small deed can cause reactions,
And how we're all connected in a way,
In a web of life that never goes away.

I learned that forgiveness is the key,
To set ourselves and others free,
And that every life has a purpose,
Even if it seems small on the surface.

So now I leave this world with a smile,
Knowing that my life was worthwhile,
And that in death, I found my heaven,
A place where love and learning never end.
Poem 3
by Daria Kopyrina
I loved you , father as a child 
I needed you.
I wanted you to feel quite proud 
But how…
How could I get your tenderness?
Oh father…
Where was your love I needed very much.

Did I deserve that pain?
I keep thinking and thinking about it again.
I dreamed of feeling safe with dad.
Just love, forget about that.

Time passed.
My daddy was the same.
The same as usual 
Tough and didn’t want to say my name 
With love.
Oh daddy….

I grew up.
And only now can I confess 
I love you , daddy.
Love no less.
I loved you , father as a child 
I needed you.
I wanted you to feel quite proud 
But how…
How could I get your tenderness?
Oh father…
Where was your love I needed very much.

Did I deserve that pain?
I keep thinking and thinking about it again.
I dreamed of feeling safe with dad.
Just love, forget about that.

Time passed.
My daddy was the same.
The same as usual 
Tough and didn’t want to say my name 
With love.
Oh daddy….

I grew up.
And only now can I confess 
I love you , daddy.
Love no less.
Poem 4
by Daria Trusova
Once late at night a man was lying on his bed. 
He was alone surrounded with bottles. 
He tried to guess “Was I a loving dad
Or were my love and care hiding on the bottom?”

His head was boiling with memories and thoughts.
He tried to find something sensitive and  precious. 
Instead of preparations for a child, buying cots 
He understood he’d lost the most valued treasure.

His neglect ruined inner family connection.
His violence destroyed his child’s trust.
From day to day he showed dissatisfaction.
The love was buried as he’d covered it with dust. 

Disparagement, impermanence and threats, 
Anxiety, impunity and lack of love -
The only synonyms his relatives could guess 
If they were trying to describe his own heart. 

His empty house told a lot that night.
The mess of ruined household. No laugh, no smile.
The lonely man who’s proud of himself
That he has left his thankless wife and child. 
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