It was a glorious day in 1943,
The kind of day you wish to hug your children carefree.
The frozen Polish Winter winds were almost dying,
The golden promise of Summer made everything sing,
It was very sunny on the station in Warsaw.
Mrs Iby Łopuszyński had two fine children,
Leisel her delightful daughter who was eleven,
And Arek who was a boy of nine, very smart.
Arek had his Father’s eyes and his Mother’s soft heart.
He was sensitive and sadly, wet the bed often,
He was a good boy really filled with fun now and then.
Leisel was extremely clever. She could read and write,
She always had a book open long into the night.
She had lovely dark hair and the eyes of an angel.
She also had her Mother’s fine singing voice as well.
As they stood at the station in Warsaw the Sun hid,
It hid behind a cloud, in shame as it often did,
Iby pulled her beautiful children close to her side.
A soldier with a vicious dog came close alongside,
He yelled loudly in German language :”Untermenschen”
Mrs Łopuszyński bent down and hugged her children.
“I’m scared Mummy.” said Arek, in a very soft voice.
“Don’t be such a baby” said Leisel, we have no choice.
“Now be quiet now I want to tell you a story.
Then we will go on the train ride full of glory.
To Auschwitz, won’t that be fun. Now Children stand straight”
“Once long ago when I was a little girl of eight,
I lived in a beautiful house and I was content,
My parents provided a garden as a present.
In that place grew corn poppy’s, Siberian Iris,
Geraniums,Crocuses, and Pink Amaryllis.”
If you ever get frightened I want you to day dream,
About that garden, where the bright Sun will always beam.
It is where we will all go soon one day my angels,”
A guard dog came close with barking that sounded like bells,
She was forced apart and joined a long line with others.
“I love you dzieci, be brave my sisters and brothers.”
Leisel hugged her brother as they were dragged on the train.
Leisel smiled strangely as her joy began to drain.
„We are going to Auschwitz. It is a good town,
And we will see mummy again.Don’t make a frown.”
Now let me sing a song to you Arek one you know,
Oh my heart is full with joy, I love this garden so,
A golden garden of beauty, peace and love, all day,
The guards could not hear the triumphant singing as they,
forced the cold wooden doors shut on the Auschwitz train.
Hope has never stopped growing there even in the rain.
- Author: David Wakeling ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2024 05:25
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Comments4
very occasionally, sometimes and for a short while, ignorance is bliss ..
a moving & timely account indeed of the first first holocaust ..
Flies over gazah ...
.............................. indeed ❣️🥲😟🥺😓😢😥☹️🩸
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A very poignant and moving read!! Although its a piece of dark history, it was written well.
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Extremely powerful work.
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Such sad and horrible times in the history of the world. Well written David.
Andy
Yes that.s true but there was great courage as well.Thanks for commenting
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