Barney Ballabay

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.

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  • Rookie Joseph Enright (4/27/2008 8:05:00 AM)

    Really wonderful poem, full of heartfelt grief. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 27, 2008

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