MY MOTHER REMEMBERS (in memoriam of the Warsaw Uprising) / Poem by Joanna Svensson

Poem by Joanna Svensson

 

MY MOTHER REMEMBERS
(in memoriam of the Warsaw Uprising)

The first of August is getting near
And with great respect I do recall
That first of August I was only thirteen
That sunny day in 1944

The city that desperately
Screamed and cried for help
The city that had fallen
To its knees to pray

For mercy

To pray for its life, its survival
And its freedom

In The citys’ crushed and broken face
With bulging, bleeding eyes
The star of hope was lit
The will of survival
Was stronger than ever
What ever it would take

The streets were wispering poems
About the flowers of freedom
That had already put forth its buds
The will to free itself
Free from evil powers
The will to break free
Free from its tormentors
This was stronger now
Stronger than ever before

But the fight became uneven though
With women, children – hand in hand
Against armed and stonecold enemy forces
House by house – room by room
Eye to Eye – to live or die

The fight became heroic though
For the town was promised outside help
But it was left to its own destiny
And to actually bleed to death

But out of the ashes
The Spirit to live
The will of survival
Like a Phoenix was rising
People were fighting
For their lives and their future
For their children and their hope
For their freedom and their city

So, with reverence – my heart is grieving
When first of August is getting close
For we must never forget what happened
Pray it will never happen again!

©® Joanna Svensson

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