SHOOTING STARS –A HOLOCUST STORY

SHOOTING STARS �"A HOLOCUST STORY

Evening,

It is a quiet time

with supper on the table.

papa laughs about his day,

momma shares the latest gossip

then shakes her finger making us promise not to tell.

 

Slowly the days changed,

papa didn’t go to the store;

the secrets were no more,

it was through the world wanted it to rain,

but it couldn’t.

 

The trees were in full bloom when they came,

giving each of us a star,

Our badge of their distain.

Later they came in trucks taking us to the edge of town.

 

I didn’t hear the cries or the machine gun sound,

For three dull thuds knocked me down.

They were just shooting stars

that never will be found.