Holocaust - A Spoken Word Poem

This Poem was written by my 13 year old KJ. Some days I'm not sure what I will be grateful for in my post...then there are days like today.

I should ask to check homework more frequently. KJ will not be happy that I've used her Poem and posted it here for everyone to read, she's a very private person that way but sometimes as a Mom...well you just do things because then seem right.

Holocaust

Imagine you were born in 1920
Your family is Jewish
and you live in Germany

In 1933, a few months after you turn 13
Hitler and his Nazi Party gain power

But you're not worried - not yet

They make promises of wealth
and "economic recovery"
so you're not worried - not yet

You can't go to the movies,
Your Dad lost his job
You're getting worried

By your 15th birthday
most of your relatives are dead

Imagine you were born in 1920
Your family is Jewish
and you live in Germany

In 1935, a few months after you turn 16,
They've found you
They've found you hiding

Your family has warned you about this day
the day you will be taken away

Sent to a camp
A camp without tents, or fires, or s'mores
this camp
is a concentration camp

Imagine you were born in the year 1920
Your family is Jewish
You live in Germany

You have a job now
but you're not getting paid

Your job
is to shave people's heads

Friends, family, strangers come around
you shave their heads
not to speak one word

No one knows whats going on
that once they enter through that door
they won't come out alive

No one knows when their life will end
You could be killed today, tomorrow
or next week

You might die from starvation
This is not a pleasant situation



Not often does homework bring me to tears...today was an exception

Message in the Laundry Pile

Seeing as laundry is my housekeeping nemesis and I find myself doing laundry for 8 now instead of 5 I'm really too busy for a post today. Instead, I present a laundry inspired poem I wrote some time ago and a photo of my day.

In the Wash

Mountains piled up so high,
colours reaching to the sky.

The task at hand fills up the room,
the scent of softeners sweet perfume.

A fragrant mess to be sorted through,
separate piles for me and you.

Somewhere within, a wrinkled dress
and your good shirt that needs a press.

A bed now covered in folded frocks,
a victorious pile of folded socks.

Neatly sorted to be put away,
to lay in wait for another day.

As the piles shift from fresh to worn
another mountain of clothes is born.

The air fills with the heady scent,
of adventures and commitments met.

And somewhere amid the crumpled mess
An unworn gown and a shirt not pressed.

                                            Michelle

I suppose, today I'm grateful that I don't have to travel to a laundry mat!


Spend some moment everyday in reflection of gratitude and happiness. Even if the time found is standing in line for coffee...use is wisely.

Michelle

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