True story of my aunt's escape to England, a week before WW11 started in Sept. 1939.


Friends



He had pushed them
On to the last train out,
And he knew it was
Their only chance.

No questions asked,
Grandpa's money
Talked instead.

My auntie Julia,
Protested,
Unable to leave
Her parents behind.

"Don't worry about me!"
Said Grandpa,
"I have friends."
Friends who had
Chosen him
As Master of their
Lodge.
Friends who
Turned him over,
To the Gestapo .
Friends who abandoned him,
Without so much as
An afterthought!

But Julia had planned
To be free.
Aborting her unborn,
As a refugee,
With no home to give it.

She had to abort
In order to survive.
It was for the best
Or so she thought.

How sad to loose
Another baby
To Hitler,
And my cousin
To boot.





Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-11 at 13:07

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epohonci
very sad, and a true telling of what many went through... we must never let these moments be lost to time, lest they happen again.....

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful....

:)
2005-10-11


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
another poignant piece, the madness of life due to the evils of others. i may repost that poem i was speaking of before, though it won't appear in the lists here yet.
2005-10-11


penfold18
This is a sad memory for you, and takes courage to share it .
2005-10-11