As a child, I remember . . .
My father telling us to eat every bite
Because his brother Chayim starved to death
In a labor camp in Siberia.
My father nearly starved to death as well.
Were it not for his father
Bringing in the meat from the soldiers’ dead horses
And my father eating it to stay alive,
I would not be here.
I remember our father telling us about
How he and his family ran,
But were captured and transported to the Siberian labor camp.
I remember my father sharing memories of his father’s sisters and brothers,
And learning that my grandfather was one of nine children
But the other eight did not run;
And so far as our father and grandfather knew,
Our zayde was the only one that survived of the nine children.
The pain never left my father’s heart and soul.
My father just buried it
And passed it on to his seven children.
But now . . .
The world has forgotten
My father’s pain,
His father’s losses,
The death of my dad’s baby brother Chayim,
Whom I’ll never meet,
Because he was one
Of the 6 million;
I, however, shall never forget:
And the pain
In my father and grandfather’s eyes.
I will work my entire life
To teach love
Of all God’s creatures
So that the Jewish people
Will live on,
Will never have to suffer such anguish again,
And another Holocaust
WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!