When I hear “Arrivederci, Roma”
I memorise our old records
An old turntable and a radio
I would sit for hours listening
In the dark room
I memorise my dear old parents
Dad, forcing his way through the corpses
In besieged Leningrad
Mum, a schoolgirl, waltzing away
From German bombs in Rostov-on-Don
And I cry…
vip/20 May 2017
Arrivederci, Roma
© Copyright: Виктор Постников, 2017
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