NaPoWriMo 27 GloPoWriMo27
Excitement, trepidation, anticipation,Anxiety sometimes impatience -The emotions of travel Often tired, exhausted and hungryWe trudge unknown territory Feeding on strange sights and sounds That abound.Desires unquenched, we always quest more.Some sights and sounds fade with time Some are starkly etched in our minds Through aging eyes they emerge afresh each time.I carry an image -The statue of a boy in a Vienna train station A young boy of about 10 sitting on a suitcase With the saddest eyes – his shoulders droop as if a great weight rests upon them His story is both tragic and noble -He is one among ten thousand children who fled from all that they ever knew Parents, homes and homeland, pushed away tearfully by parents Who feared for their lives before World War IIBefore the shameful, ludicrous, merciless, massacre beganTen thousand little Jewish children fleeing from Austria, Czechoslovakia, PolandWho boarded trains to safety in foster homes, hostels, schools, farms In England, most of them the only survivors in their families. An image that juxtaposes extreme cruelty and mercy Innocence and misery; untold anxiety and liberation 4/27/20An image that entwines loss and hope-The tears fell unbidden but some of them were happy ones. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kindert...