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{Guest author Mina Friedler is a poet living in Venice, CA. She wrote this poem after her mother, Selma Stern,recently passed at age 93. Her mother escaped the Holocaust from Vienna to Palestine}

 

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“Let’s take a walk,” you say, ” and I walk with you

along the aisles of the Farmer’s Market

Oy, the apples, so beautiful!

Blueberry pie it smells so good!

You want me to buy you a piece?

Listen! Blue Donau music fon Vienna!

Your blue eyes sparkle

guileless, like a child

“This is my daughter!” you say proudly

 

They call you “Auntie”

Frenchman, cooking his crepes

“How is your wife today   your business, is it good

your son, has he called you?”

Jewelry man, survivor from Germany

“Is your heart better, did you fix the lock on your door?”

Neighbor from Africa working two jobs   missing his family

“It will be alright   you will be successful

Just be a mensch!”

 

It’s the child in you, forced from her home

mother, father, brothers   not knowing

if you will ever see them again,

that sees into the heart of the displaced the broken ones

making them feel as if you know their pain

Because you do

3,000 strangers on a leaking freighter, the Saturnus

instead of 900   bound for Palestine

Nine months in Atlit   British displaced persons’ camp

 

Alone cast out afraid

Missing home

Waiting for the time

you will find your family

Together

Mama stretches out her arms

Finally you are home
-mina

 

{Mina Friedler is a poet living in Venice, CA. She wrote this poem after her mother, Selma Stern,recently passed at age 93. Her mother escaped the Holocaust from Vienna to Palestine}

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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