I have always been the kind of person who perhaps feels too deeply. The way I deal with this is through my writing.
Now I may not be a poet, but when, today, I learned of Margot Friedländer’s death at the age of 103 today, I needed to put my pain into words.
Margot was one of the bravest and kindest souls this world was ever graced with, for despite the horrors she was made to suffer during the Holocaust, she believed in teaching the world about love, for that is the only weapon we have against the hate that was at the root of her suffering, a hate that is resurfacing.
To anyone who’s interested in her story: I urge you to read her memoir “Try To Make Your Life”.
We may not share the same beliefs, but I know in my heart that your legacy is worth more than that of those who wronged you.
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This ode is to you, Margot.
My Promise to Margot Friedländer
Just like you whispered a promise to your mother
That you will face the pain and make your life
We promise to teach your lessons to each other
And let tales of your brave deeds survive
Now once more we see clouds of hatred rise
But love is stronger, and our hands they melt
Into each other, when for love we strive
and survive strikes of those unjust hands that we were dealt.
May mal’ākh guide your soul and open up the door
To realms of peace and long forgotten lore
of justice where love’s the seal,
of truth that’s spoken and wounds that heal.