Another poem this week, to be read as a prayer

Every time I See

a sunflower,
I think of you.
Fleeing from shells that hit
your homeland,
running from tanks that
invade your space.

Leaving soldiers to fight for you
many of your friends have died.

You should be free
to wander peaceful roads
but that cannot be
for now
but maybe
one day
you will come back
to find sunflowers growing.

I can’t put a name,
a voice or a face to
your person.
But whoever you are
in Ukraine
I think of you.