Past Sadness Poem by jeann schmeckpeper

Someone once asked me what the holocaust meant to me. So I said every day in and out up and down I feel as if ten thousand needles are jabbing at my heart. That there is no way to stop it. But even through the wincing pain the names come racing through like a stampede of raging oxen. And every time I see them I feel my heart shadier. I cant help but sobbing creating a puddle on my desk because they were humans too they had feelings. To me they feel like family calling out calling out to be saved that I am here and they were there.To hear the way they were treated hiding in the dark because the only thing the children held was the hope that they would be safe that they could go home. To know they hoped to feel the sun on their face instead of the cold and darkness breathing on their skin. The desolation from the destination of, solitude anger, fear, cold, loneliness, longing. Longing for their loved ones for the sensation of a gentle embrace. For there comforting words of support love and passion. even though the darkest hours.