Remembrance

It's not like I actually have time to post. In fact, I really have no time at all for extraneous activities, but if this sits in my notebook any longer, I might burst... Here goes...




My child, you asked,
For the story of my past,
The war torn years,
Have yet to disappear,
They still linger in my heart.


The thunder of war still rattles my bones,
Those monsters of Hatred destroyed all our homes,
Their cruelty and killing,
Remains deadly and chilling,
And tears my dreams apart.


The sky was soaked with the color of red,
The fields were strewn with bodies of the dead.
The screams of pain filled the air,
And those sick monsters did not even care.
It seemed as if our world would end.


Mothers and children were separated,
By the savagery those soldiers committed.
We rebelled in the night
By keeping our spirits a-light,
Our burning faith would never bend.


To camps we were sent,
To be broken and bent
At the hand of the gun and the cold
Where black bread was considered gold
And there we thought we would die.


In the early morning hours we would awake
Our spirits they would beat and break
Before our eyes, loved ones would fall,
"Shema Yisroel" would be their final call
As their souls soared to the sky


"Bubbe, I beg, is this tale true?"
My child, it is, the words that I speak to you
"Bubbe, I am so sorry the world was so dark."
It was, but my dear, you are the continuing spark
Who will continue to shine and carry our people high...