- Posted July 23, 2014 by
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A Smile At Auschwitz
A Smile at Auschwitz
A smile at Auschwitz? Oh no, never! Revere at all cost
The tragedies, the humanity lost,
Mourn only this horrendous loss . . .
Brings me back to another time,
A family’s death and it was mine.
What mother hasn’t sat and wept,
Whose children by her side
Ran and hide and laughed
While alone she cried?
What mother’s heart hasn’t ached to say,
“This sacred ground is not a place to play”
But instead kept still
Knowing her words would not serve their will
Knowing their innocent laughter does not belie
The many tears they’ve yet to cry
Or diminishes the respect they feel
But embodies the hope
That someday we too will heal.