What am I to say to you
whose fate took you at one moment
from hope to devastation
when my path took me from devastation to joy?
We dwell in the same silence
you who suffer so much
and I who also suffer but from other causes
and still I hope we share love of life
and a sense of its precious nature
and its temporary gift.
This, adapted from a poem I wrote in commemoration
of a Polish family with several children
all of whom died in the labour camp
where my father and his family were imprisoned
the father died too
leaving the mother bereft of all she loved most
When the warm snow fell we all wept
tiny angels, they floated down to us
kissing our eyes
melting on our faces
trickling softly down our cheeks
little tears on soft infant skin
snow is warm to us,
we who are with you
as but angel ghosts
souls rise as one
to meet the comforting clouds
where we thaw
as we await you.
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