Friday, August 26, 2005

The Candle

Here's a little poem..I jotted down after the passing of a Holocaust Survivor Grandparent a few weeks ago...


A magnificent room illuminated by hundreds of candles
But nature extinguishes them one by one
You glance back and memorize every detail
As long as there is still some flickering light

For hundreds of years, our Tradition was passed on seamlessly
All of a sudden the seams so violently ripped and severed
Still, we have the comfort of being in the presence of the generation
That saw, smelled, heard, felt the European experience of a millennia

But the candles that allow us to peer into the room that was the old world
Are going out..Turn around..look...ask...grab onto those whom we love
Those that know and remember.
Soon we will be all alone. Can we go on..alone?

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4 Comments:

Blogger Bonnie B said...

What a powerful, moving poem. You are right soon all physical ties to that world before the war will be lost forever. It's time to learn from our elders because the history books never quite get it right.

June 27, 2006 11:30 AM  
Blogger socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Very nice touching poem.

June 27, 2006 12:59 PM  
Blogger HumanBeforeJewish said...

nice memorial, although i beg to differ with the part where you write that tradition has been seamlessly passed on from generation to generation.

June 29, 2006 9:26 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

HBJ...
Thanks.
The culture was a seamless transition...I think

June 29, 2006 11:00 PM  

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