Chosen


All who met her loved her, she gave of herself so.
Her life wasn't easy, but we didn't know.
Many years later, alone once again,
She shared her life story, revealing the pain.
Her family they fled, the Russians in war.
Her mother and brothers, a sister and more,
Joined the wagons and walkers leaving their homes.
Escaping the front, fleeing the blast of the bombs,
Watching burned villages on their journey away,
My very young mother knew that they couldn't possibly stay.
She trusted in God, her mother did too.
On warships and trains the family made do,
Finding people that helped when my oma needed care.
Opa was missing. They didn't know where.
A prisoner they heard, but they couldn't be sure.
In Siberia he toiled and heard stories untrue
Of families starving without any food.
Upon his release he purchased some bread,
But was shocked to find his family well fed.
Eventually they settled and started to farm.
My mother, she chose to move where no harm
Could come to her children in war.

The place that she chose was Canada.

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