Like Your Sister Poem by Aleksandra Polyakova

In five years, took an iron can from a fire,
Crying was forbidden, you endured holy pain.
The pain grew up like your sister,
Like a twin who is always with you.
The class was laughing as a huge surf
Your name was written on the board.
Pain - a clam crawling under the moon
From the tide to the first being.
Warm waves, you said: "I love",
But the answer is iron silence,
Similarly burned your small palm in five years,
Endure a pain and means that you are alive.