(dedicated to my grandmother's family and and all the others who were slaughtered in the Nazi concentration camps)
I’ve walked these halls before,
seen the dimmed faces of those
born to die because they were “Juden.”
Time-tattered images of people
frozen in time, matted on walls
like cheap paper.
Eyes of the innocent open.
Eyes of the world shut.
Now I’m left wondering,
in a world once again
parasites of hate,
if this could ever happen
We cannot forget
those who now live
only on walls.
Shelly and her husband are empty-nesters who live in Columbia, Maryland with their 4 cat rescues. They have two sons: Richard, 32, of New York, and Joshua, 30, of San Antonio. Her first love has always been poetry, although her career has generally followed the path of public relations/journalism. Shelly's poetry has been published by Silver Birch Press, Whispers, Praxis, Verse-Virtual, Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing and Visual Verse.
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