Reliant on memories
we never made
I was young
when laid in the grave
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Reliant on memories
a girls first kiss
all the loves
that we would miss
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Reliant on memories
the way I laughed
you’ll always have
don’t hold it back
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Reliant on memories
a piece of me
will always stay
alive and free
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Reliant on memories
will have to do
I will live on
because you made it through
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My poem is in tribute to a poet and heroine Hanna Szenes whose birthday is today.
Hanna a gifted poet was a brave young woman who believed in a cause. On March 1944 she parachuted into Yugoslavia on a mission to help rescue Hungarian Jews about to be deported to Auschwitz. She was caught on the Hungarian border and tortured (by the Germans) with the hope of gaining valuable information. Because she would not give information, they imprisoned her mother as well. While captive, she looked for ways (like a mirror) to send encouragement to fellow prisoners. Hanna was executed in November 1944 by a firing squad and remembered as a heroine of Israel. She was 23 at her death.
These are the words of one of her last poems:
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame
Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor’s sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
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More about Hannah here.
penned in moon dust 