Gates of Auschwitz

The little girl looked to her mother with big sweet blue eyes,

Bluer than oceans and miles of skies.

Breathing in the cold air, not making a sound,

She tilted her head, briefly looking around.

The train came to a halt, they had arrived at last,

A moment they dreaded, had now come so fast.

She grasps her mum’s hand, the horror awaits,

They stand in front of the Auschwitz gates.

Author's Note

This poem may not be suitable for everyone, which I understand. The holocaust was such an unfortunate horror that is an EXTREMELY sensitive topic. I apologize in advance if this poem disturbs anyone at all. All I ask is that any reviews do not have to do with criticizing the actual topic of the piece. Thank you.