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Home » Survivors » Sonia Schreiber Weitz » Poems » Victory

Victory

By Sonia Schreiber Weitz

Copyright © 1982

I DANCED WITH YOU THAT ONE TIME ONLY.

HOW SAD YOU WERE, HOW TIRED, LONELY…

YOU KNEW THAT THEY WOULD “TAKE” YOU SOON…

SO WHEN YOUR BUNK-MATE PLAYED A TUNE

YOU WHISPERED: “LITTLE ONE, LET US DANCE,

WE MAY NOT HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE.”

TO GRASP THIS MOMENT… SENSE THE MOOD;

YOUR ARMS AROUND ME FELT SO GOOD…

THE UGLY BARRACKS DISAPPEARED –

THERE WAS NO HUNGER… AND NO FEAR.

O WHAT A SIGHT, JUST YOU AND I,

MY LOVELY FATHER (ONCE BIG AND STRONG)

AND ME, A CHILD…. CONDEMNED TO DIE.

I THOUGHT: HOW LONG

BEFORE THE SONG

MUST END

 THERE ARE NO TOOLS

TO MEASURE LOVE

AND ONLY FOOLS

WOULD FAIL

TO SCALE

YOUR VICTORY……..

Plaszow was a slave-labor camp.  One day I sneaked in to see my father (on the other side of the barbed-wire fence).  A boy placed his harmonica and my father asked me to dance.

A bizarre and beautiful gift . . . A loving memory for tomorrow . . . Soon he was gone.

Forever.