Rachel's Story

The snow never melted that winter,
it didn't fall like powder.
It was harsh and unforgiving,
the way the days were.
Death was a companion,
stench was in the air.
The enemy left them to
freeze and die.
Five year old Rachel,
sat by the window.
The train brought them here,
like cattle.
The train brought them here to die.
Their lives left behind,
home a faint warm memory.
Rachel sat by the window,
she wondered if God had abandoned them.
She listened to news of others
freezing to death.
Their clothes traded for a bowl of food,
to survive another day,
to watch another sunrise.
The days bleak,
endless,
bitter cold.
Rachel watched every day a carriage
of dead bodies pass her by.
She didn't cry,
her heart pounding,
her mind racing.
Memories that she would carry
all her life.



I spent today with my aunt, she wanted to share some memories of the holocaust so I can write her story someday. My head and heart ache when I think of some of the things that my dad and her went through as children. This is for my aunt and for all the children of the holocaust. Please meet us here,
http://dversepoets.com/  where we share our thoughts and our hearts.