They Stole My Dignity and My Name
A Holocaust Poem
They stole it
From me
The name
My Mother used
To whisper
In my ear
When the nights
Exploded.
They stole it
From me
The family
I Clung to
My hope
My future
My dream.
They stole
It from me
The childhood
That was supposed
To be full and
Innocent.
They stole it
From me
The home
I once knew
Warm and secure
And for what hate?
They stole it
From me
The pieces of my
Dignity.
They tried to
Steal my Faith too
Break me down
Until
I stopped
Believing
But G-D is
Stronger than
Their hate.
They stole
My dignity
And my Name
But they could
Not steal
That childlike Faith
Even in the
Midst of a
Nazi hell.
(C) Michelle R Kidwell
August.08.2020
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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