Tears in the Rain

The rain beating down on that hotel roof in a city in Germany
on November 9th, 1958, felt to him like the tears of thousands
of jews on Kristallnacht, when homes and business were ransacked and destroyed.

In his mind he could hear all the glass shattering as businesses
and homes were broken into by the Nazi Party’s Sturmabteilung
and Schutzstaffel paramilitary forces. He imagined he could
hear the screams and the cries of confusion as the Nazis did their devil’s work.

He cried tears with the rain in remembrance of his mother, father,
sister and brother who died in the Auschwitz concentration camp not long after that.

Later that day he toured Auschwitz in the rain, lingered there
and shed more tears over the beloved members of his family
gassed to death in the gas chambers. He wiped his eyes,
shook water off his yamaka, and prayed another Holocaust would never happen again.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

80, last Piscean month, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, long ago from MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life, feeling fantastic and eternally youthful, always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not. I write about Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, Historical events like The Burning Times, Fictional Characters I Create, and much more . I write a minimum of 3 poems daily. View all posts by BobBoyd