One Way A Child Learns Poem by Max Reif
One Way A Child Learns
Maybe I learned about the Holacaust
from grandpa, when he made me
cross out Hitler's picture
on the German stamps in my album.
Every generation,
collective memory dulls.
We were reformed Jews
living in consumer paradise
light years from genocide,
the only imprint of that past
being the pull of the old ones'
unnamed emotions,
the hush in the room sometimes,
when a child knew
there was only one way
he was permitted to feel
Very powerful, my friend. The up-front image is great. I really wish I owned it, and the conclusion is on the money. Fine poem. Take care, John
When a child empathize in the history (as you say the past being the pull of old ones) and this cursed world, sometimes this tiny brain may regret for coming to this unbalanced rotating endanger world? Learned a lot.Thank you Max!
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4/26/2024 8:01:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent, from the first word to the last; that ending says it all. A definite 10! Cheers, Lori