Testimony Poem

Friday, December 26,1941
 Will we be able to survive?
Will we have the strength?
The strength to get over hardships?
Everyone asks the question.
Managing to eat
Still, everyone looks bad.
Last night true
Ukranian north winds blow.
Roar Roar Roar Squall Squall
So much that you think
The house is being lifted.
Ever colder it gets.
Still colder and colder still
Morning going for water
Coming back crying.
Numbing bitter cold.
Tightness around the heart.
Such weather parents nervous
 What times we live in!!!!
What will happen?