Thursday, July 23, 2009

A Mother's Holocaust


She looks at me as if nothing is wrong,
and in her mind, nothing is.
"It's just another play date,"
I tell her as we are separated at the gate.
She smiles and waves to the tall man
with the uniform of a killer.
I know this will be the last time I see her,
because she will not be assigned
a
number.

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