A birthday gift to me

courtesy thee youngest sister of mine

The special parcel

courtesy Amazon courier

hurriedly delivered softbound book before

yours truly could thank him/her cuz he/she
dropped off outside our apartment door,
upon opening the well sealed package

my lower jaw dropped to the floor,

when I beheld the unpronounceable title

dealing with Holocaust

never knowing heretofore

a specific name

(of those faceless millions)

destroyed in the concentration camp(s)

sufficiently suddenly, and subsequently

finding me immediately linkedin to Jámbor

(a Hungarian word meaning
'godly modest well-disposed,'

hence a nickname

for a humble and friendly person,

whose hitherto unknown existence

most likely exemplifying a storied life
possibly quintessentially resplendent

with riches gull lore

ideally whose company

gifted as some lucky person's nextdoor

neighbor, thus her

ITKA FRAJMAN ZYGMUNTOWICZ's spirit

(the subject of the book,

titled REMEMBER MY CHILD)
constitutes a paternal relative to boot
Itka's great grandfather was brother
to our great grandmother
so basically a third cousin relationship

inexorably pulled at mine heart strings
a must read detailing one story

that came to light postwar,

where embers of anti semitism

smolder jumpstarting, intimidating,
hinting, et cetera Nazi lionizing roar

which account detailing

aforementioned survivor of Hitler's

so called final solution

approximately four score

years ago, yet history

cannot and must not repeat itself
lest lovely bones and ghosts
of those mercilessly slaughtered

would cause a vehement uproar.