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MOMMY
Inspired by a history lesson on the Holocaust


Mommy,will you play with me?
Let's pretend to have cookies and tea.
Why can't you play?
You've been busy all day.
Can't you take a break?
We can pretend to bake a cake.
Mommy, when will Daddy be home?
Do you think he'll play with me,
Pretend to have cookies and tea?
The door! The door!
Someone just came in the door!
Daddy! Daddy!
Can you come play with me?
You're not Daddy. . .
Who are you?
What are you doing?
Don't hurt my mommy!
Let go of me!
I don't want to go with you!
Mommy! Mommy!
Help me, Mommy!
Don't let them take me, Mommy!

It's dark in here.
I know Mommy's not near.
They took her.
Then they took me.
There were trucks.
She went in one,
I went in the other.
It's dark in here.
It's cold, the floor is hard.
Mommy!
Please save me, Mommy.

The journey is rough.
The floor is cold,
The truck is dark.
I am sore,
I hurt, and I'm scared.
Mommy!
Please save me, Mommy.

Where are we?
We have stopped
Light floods in.
I cannot see.
We are forced out.
I look for Mommy.
But she's not here.

It's scary here.
I know Mommy's not near.
They took her.
Then they took me.
There were trucks.
She went in one.
Now she's gone.
I went in the other,
And here I am.
It's scary here.
It's cold, my feet are numb.
Mommy!
Please save me, Mommy.

I begin to cry.
The tears flow,
They seem to freeze on my cheeks.
I sob, and I gasp.
Pain stings my face.
I look up.
I see a big man.
His hand is raised.
I think he wants to hit me again.
Nowhere to hide,
I withdraw into myself.
He turns and marches on.
But my tears still flow.
A nice lady touches my shoulder.
She leans over and hugs me.
The big man turns and sees.
His hand raises,
It makes contact with her face.
WHAP!
I see red on her face
As she straightens, defeated.
The man turns and marches on.
She picks me up and moves on.
She cuddles me,
And I cry.
My tears wet her shoulder,
And they seem to freeze there.

It's scary here.
They took her.
Then they took me.
There were trucks.
She went in one,
Now she's gone.
I went in the other,
And here I am.
It's scary here.
It's cold, my feet are numb.
Mommy!
Please save me, Mommy.

They say we need to shower,
That we need to clean up.
I don't know why they would care,
But I have nowhere else to go.
They take us to the showers,
And we fill them quickly.
The lady is still holding me.
She sets me down
And reaches to turn the water on.
A hiss, but it's not water.
What is happening?
I can't breathe!
My world fades to black.
Mommy. . .
And I am gone.



© S.N. 2006-2007

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