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    • Stacey Robinson

    • April 14, 2015 in Bloggers

    I Remember — in honor of Holocaust Remembrance Day

    I remember the absence of sound,
    Deeper than silence
    And more lonely,
    Like the moment just
    Before creation,
    all stretched and
    attenuated, waiting,
    except there was no time
    to measure
    so waiting was
    I wait for God to
    say my name,
    so that I will come to be.
    So that I will
    once again remember
    the scent of blue
    and the feel of sand
    between my toes,
    and how my hand fit
    against the gentle curve of
    your face.
    I will once again remember
    all that was taken.
    And so I wait,
    in this absence of sound,
    I wait for God
    to remember
    my name.

      • Maya North

      • April 15, 2015 at 10:25 pm
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      My father’s cousin, for whom he searched in Holland, only to find a plaque on the side of the house where he lived with his family before they were taken. <3

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