7.6.09


Emma's Wedding


At Emma's wedding,
They seated me
Next to a
90 year-old,
Whose arm
Bore the
Turquoise tattoo.

All his brothers,
All his sisters,
Mother and Father,
Had been
Dragged away,
While he,
Being young and strong,
Was sent to labour.

At eighteen,
He was
Liberated
By the British army
Who brought him
Back to Blighty.

He laughed
And said
How grateful
He was,
To the Germans
Who had
Tattooed him
With the winning
Lotto numbers,
So that now he was
A millionaire.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2009-06-10 at 20:06

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Keiko
Touching story
2009-08-04


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW!
You have an amazing
way of breathing life
into difficult topics

~L.~
2009-06-15


NicholasG
He is indeed a millionaire. In more ways than one.
Thank you for this, Nick
2009-06-10


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Esti...this is one hell of a story...Is it really true?

xxx Stan
2009-06-10


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very poignant - my grandmother was sent to a camp by the germans, she died of kidney failure - on a different level this also reminded me of a wedding where I was a matron of honour and so sat at a table, where I was seated next to a venerable lady - who did approve of me but only because I have a certain surname - yet she was interesting - sorry not explaining myself well - I should have stopped at the opening comment - as always esti - you cut straight to the point

Elle x
2009-06-10