"A Loving Avatar, My Grandmother"
"A Loving Avatar, My Grandmother"
The years of silence that I have kept
have been burning inside of me
like a small death.
When something is your very soul
to give it voice, to extol
to raise awareness that was repressed
I invite the reader as a welcome guest.
As a man I am humbled.
As a writer I speak the truth
and break the silence
of my shattered youth.
My forefather's have brought it
to their grave.
In darkness they hid themselves
inside their shame.
I can not lay myself to rest
until at last,
I pay homage to my family's past.
It was during the second world war
where men were divided
like chicken parts.
Some were the bony necks
that were cut off and bled to death.
While others had all the fat,
gravy and butter,
spooned over their breasts like
a satanical lover.
This genocide was nationwide,
where brother was pitted
against brother.
What one stood for was lost
to the evil minds of the others.
Suffocating, gasping for
her last breath,
holding the cross
to her chest she was a heroine
who died in honor for her devotion
to her heavenly father.
We all turn to ash in the end.
Except in the hearts
of those who stood brave
an eternal candle forever burns
beside their grave.
Born Jewish and raised
herself a catholic until her last day.
A loving, beautiful avatar,
in faith and honor, my grandmother.