So fragile against this monster…
I want so much to protect you, to cover you with my hands, to hide you in my arms.
And at the same time, you are so majestic.
My country.
Land of knights, Cossacks and winners. A country of proud and unbending people.
Today, all nations in the world envy me. Because I am Ukrainian. And I stand. Against evil, arbitrariness, and death. And I will stand. Like all my friends and family, acquaintances and strangers. Nearby, far away, within the reach of an arm, a shoulder, a call, a message, at a distance of a touch, a heart, a thought.
“How are you?” “Hanging in there!” “We shall win!” – How much sense there is in those words. Pain and pride and love.
My little big country.
I didn’t know I could love like that.
To believe like that.
To stand like this.
Thank you, God, that I live today.
Thank you for giving birth to me as a Ukrainian.
Thank you for being your child.
My warm, kind, gentle, peaceful land.
My Ukraine.
26 Feb 2022 at 8:23pm
Ukrainian Text by Tetiana Vasytska. Translated into English by Ukrainianvancouver team – Mar 07, 2022