Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum

Children's Book Author

WHISPERING WIND

January 27, 2017

Tags: Holocaust Remembrance Day, Six Million, Holocaust



Whispering wind, whisper to me

Open my eyes

For it could have been me,

Counted and numbered and stripped of dignity

To think, that it could have been me.


Children were lost, before they could dream,

Visions were shattered by yesterday's screams.

Battered and beaten and strewn about as waste,

Disposed of in schedule haste.


Ages of dusk

Ages ago

Over the pits, the breeze gently blows,

Six million stars sent up in s m o k e,

Six million souls yet

Nobody

spoke.


Stories I hear

Pictures I see

All blend together in Death's imagery

I will remember their whispering plea,

I know …it could happen to me.



Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum/all rights reserved

Comments

  1. January 27, 2017 11:11 AM EST
    both beautiful and heartbreaking
    - Liz