A Thing of Beauty
a poem a day for a year
Friday, July 12, 2013
#193
Although I am smiling,
the iron chair reminds
me that it is normally empty,
a symbol of loss,
the extermination of Jews
in the Krakow ghetto,
whom Oscar Schindler
didn't save.
catherinenglish 07-12-2013
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