Survivors Poem by Tamara Mirianashvili

Once upon a time a boy was born,
and a girl as well, just nearby,
in cruel darkness they were born
in the hands of fire and war lullaby.

they went to school, not everyday,
but everyday they read toilet papers,
they fought and they were frightened
of darkness, of yards and of streets.

They defeated the time and survived
from darkness, from yard and the street,
paying tribute to the classmates, cruelly graved
in the darkness of yards and the streets.

Already grown ups, standing on their feet,
engraved from darkness, yard and the streets,
they never peed in the bed from then on,
and never prayed in the bed after the wars.