Auchwich Baby. Poem by Barney Ballabay

It`s a Boy; They cried;
The family: Friedles;
And Granny, She wept and
reached for her needles.

She Knitted a Garment in her special way;
'It will keep him so warm
on the coldest of day'

I saw that little Blue Coat,
and the story that it told:
The air was hot in Auchwich;
But my blood was running cold.

Granny`s little Treasure;
Born to be a JEW,
was murdered on my Birthday
in the year of 42!

They murdered that little baby
on a dark and dismal day;
But he was welcomed into heaven
by Maximillian Kolbe.