For my Grandfather, Grandmother , aunts, uncles and cousins
whom I never met.
(For the allusion to soap - see Dresden 1944.)
On scraps,
Sealing the gaps
Of my life.
Covering
The spaces
Of loneliness,
In my head.
Remembering
Those homely faces,
That I've
Lost in the dark.
Only valued in
Soap,
Only I am left,
To remember them,
A whole generation,
Dead.
And I will always
Remember them,
Unknown,
Unloved,
Because I feel that
I knew them.
They weren't just
Stories
That my father told,
They were my bones.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:40
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whom I never met.
(For the allusion to soap - see Dresden 1944.)
Scraps
I love writingOn scraps,
Sealing the gaps
Of my life.
Covering
The spaces
Of loneliness,
In my head.
Remembering
Those homely faces,
That I've
Lost in the dark.
Only valued in
Soap,
Only I am left,
To remember them,
A whole generation,
Dead.
And I will always
Remember them,
Unknown,
Unloved,
Because I feel that
I knew them.
They weren't just
Stories
That my father told,
They were my bones.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 616 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:40
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