And then the sun came out and dried our tears.
The blossom of a real smile just appears
In between the deep folds of broken hearts
And within painful puzzles of jiggered scars
And then we mumbled quietly soothing tunes
Our feet bashfully moving on the dunes
Of our already buried history
And disappearing scraps of memory
And then we needed grapple to recall
The dullness of emotions through the wall
Of passing time and distance over life
And passion for survival over strife
And then there were new babies on our arm
A new meal was prepared, tasty and warm
The family reborn once more rejoiced
The Holocaust forgotten... but still voiced.
(Marianne
2-5-2014
Kfar Shalem)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem