This poem explores the tragedy of historical loss and the enduring strength of memory. While it honors resilience, it acknowledges the weight of grief and the pain of remembrance. This poem is deeply personal, and while I hope it resonates with those who read it, please engage with care.

My family from a distant shore
Lost in the second world war.
Entire families lost and erased
I cannot imagine the horror they faced.

In silent whispers, the echoes fade;
Their names forgotten, the price they paid.
A thread of my past, a bond so thin;
A connection lost, yet felt within.

Lives cut short, stories untold;
A generation’s worth of dreams on hold.
How do I honor a history erased,
A legacy gone, a pain embraced.

Yet through the ashes,
A light remains;
A strength that rises,
Despite the chains.

What dreams may come,
When sorrows may go.
From seeds of grief,
New hope may grow.

Through silent tears,
Their strength remains.
A guide through life,
Their courage sustains.

To forget is to risk the past’s return;
A lesson unheeded, a bridge that burns.