The Holocaust's ChildA Poem by Ainsley B. Kidd A mother holds her newborn child in her arms, the new life screams at the top of his lungs. He says, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother clutches her newborn child closer to her as she hears the news of the country's future, the new life continues to cry, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother cries over her newborn's crib as the procession's blaring trumpets signaled the coming of a new king, a yellow star on her breast. The young life cries out, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother runs with her young child to a secret safe house, the search party following her every step, listening to the cries of, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother hides in a hidden room above a store, trying to hush her child so they would not be found. The muffled cries say, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother clutches her young child as they are torn from their residence and shoved into a cattle train, the child cries over and over, "Mother, take me to the sky." A mother's arms are torn from her young child, she has been beaten and bruised. Just before she takes her last breath, she cries out, praying that her child will hear, "My child, meet me in the sky." A child naked and alone, beaten and bruised, is thrown into a furnace. The last cry on his lips is, "Mother, take me to the sky."
© 2016 Ainsley B. KiddAuthor's Note
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Added on January 18, 2016 Last Updated on January 18, 2016 Tags: WWII, Holocaust, Historical AuthorAinsley B. KiddTNAboutHello! My name is Ainsley, and I am an emerging writer from Tennessee. I prefer to write flash fiction and poetry, but I am working on my first novel. All I want to do with my life is to make people h.. more..Writing
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