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Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

It Is Wonderful That There Are So Many Small Children In Israel


IT IS WONDERFUL THAT THERE ARE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN IN ISRAEL

It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
I see them everywhere and am happy when I see them.
Do they make up or compensate in some way for the million and one half Jewish children murdered a generation or two ago?
Nothing makes up for even one life lost
That we know.

But still seeing these children one invariably thinks of those other Jewish children-
I don't understand it at all-



It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
Children are a great blessing and the hope of their parents and grandparents lives-

God Bless and protect these children
And let them never know the hatred the suffering the cruelty
Children no less innocent than them knew
A generation or two ago.

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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  • Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/19/2013 8:28:00 PM)

    I love this! Your style is beautiful! I don't understand the holocaust either. I have a poem about it on my page called, Where Was the World? (Report) Reply

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