L'Dor V'Dor

Jewish ancestors
with solemn faces reflect
their lives in pictures.
These strangers of fate
are my legacy.
With each portrait
I contemplate histories
wiped out by pogroms
and Hitler's regime.
I search to recognize
the beginning as I gaze
into unfamiliar faces,
clad in a beautiful culture
once fading.

I look at my mother
Alice, who now stands
among the dead.
She is the one I truly miss.
Her death is part of life
with memories to be told.
As the next generations thrive
I long for what I don't know.
Living in their shadow
I find comfort in the afterglow.

RETURN

Summer of 1944

One By One

Deaths Elsewhere

The Acquistion