Personal Narrative: Childhood Memories Of The Holocaust

Grew up laughing, celebrating birthdays, and playing with toy planes
All that stripped away from me the night I was thrown on the train

I watched the scenes outside the window as the train was racing by
As the night went on, my hopes and dreams came crashing at my side

Through a short but happy childhood, I never could have seen what horrid things that getting off that train would have meant for me.

The children and adults being separated into lines
I couldn’t figure out what was next and there weren’t any signs.

I saw the flames ahead thinking this how I die if only that were it, I wish it was goodbye

But next came torture in which no one could imagine.
The food they gave us was not even a proper ration.

Hard labor with no close, and no family to help me through
Thinking how is that I have gone this long, not even I knew

Then one day they picked me up and threw me in a room
Little did I know that this would soon be my tomb

The gas spread around me and my eyes began to close
A memory of the past flashed in mind, and that is when it all froze

Several Jews died a death similar to mine
This was the Holocaust and it shall be remembered throughout