One poem
Hi! I'm Nastya, I'm from Ukraine. Our school is involved in the RAK activities and that's what inspired me to share my story here. One poem At school we have a volunteering unit. Each crew has their senior person to look after. We take care of them and visit them every Tuesday. My team and I take care of an amazing and gifted person. Her name is Maria. She is 83 years old and she writes poems. When we come to visit her, we sit on the sofa and listen to her. She has a big collection of poems about war, family, about some philosophical issues and others. Every time after visiting her, I feel strong and I want to write much more poems. Once upon a time, I wrote a poem about unhappy love. I didn’t read it to anyone and safely forgot about it. After reading her own poems Maria asked us: “Can you recite your favorite poem or a poem which you’ve written?” After short silence I stood up and read my poem. When I was reading I didn’t feel nervous, I felt free. Maria praised me and we continued speaking about her life. But the next time she prepared a surprise for me. We sat down near her as usual and we were ready to listen. Maria stood up and read her new poem. I was really excited because that poem with words of advice was dedicated to me. No one had ever dedicated something to me before. I was very grateful and after that I’ve written 3 more verses.