5438079A Poem by wordman5438079 This was the number burnt into her arm as her grandmother was telling her that every thing would be all right. Don`t cry she would say every thing will be okay tomorrow will be a better day as they were herded toward the train Poor Mr. Kurtz was shot for not boarding just do as they say my grandmother would say tomorrow every thing will be ok But I could see the fear in her eye`s often I would see her cry,we were separated from my parents at the last camp Grandmother says we will be together soon they won`t tell us where we are going but it`s cold on this train we have no food to eat but grandmother has some bread hid in her coat it`s food she would say When we arrived at the camp it was a nightmare some people had no clothes and they looked as if they were being starved to death and they huddled around each other to keep from freezing A smile came over grandmothers face when she saw my father and brother but my momma wasn`t there my grandmother and father cried they would beat us and kill the old people don`t worry about me she would say They killed my father and brother they took me away my grandmother was put in the gas chamber I heard the people say But one morning soldiers came in with food and blankets just like my grandmother would say but she never got to see this day... © 2017 wordmanAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on April 12, 2015Last Updated on March 10, 2017 Tags: ist place in emotional pieces co Authorwordmanhixson, TNAboutjust ask, golden glove boxer years ago,us army veteran ,a contractor is how i make my living, i am an amateur writer.. been here since june of 2013,couldn`t write then,still can`t.but who cares i .. more..Writing
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