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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grandma</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the bed<br>Old photos stared down<br>Solemnly from the wall.<br>Behind the glass frame<br>Grandpa wore <br>His grey uniform <br>Of the Great War; <br>Grandma her sombre dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She died before I was born <br>And grandpa shortly after.<br>The only grandparent <br>That I knew was <br>My mother’s step mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For some reason<br>She did not get along well<br>With my parents<br>But I basked<br>In the warmth of her<br>Pampering indulgence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the manner<br>Of old peasant women<br>She dressed in long black <br>Garments that covered <br>Her delicate frame, <br>Hanging down<br>From her fragile shoulders<br>Like late autumn leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think I was about<br>Three years old<br>When I became very sick<br>With dysentery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandma took me<br>To her house to recover.<br>I lost my appetite<br>And her remedies<br>Included a daily dose<br>Of red wine<br>Which she served me<br>In a small crystal glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holding my hand in hers<br>Sometimes she took me<br>For a walk in the streets.<br>As we passed<br>The men removed <br>Their hats <br>To greet her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the summer of 1944<br>The gendarmes came<br>And pushed her onto<br>A crammed cattle car<br>For a horrible journey<br>Across Nazi occupied Europe <br>From Hungary to Poland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end of the voyage<br>Grandma was murdered<br>In the gas chambers<br>Of Auschwitz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body was burned<br>In the fires of ovens<br>Her ashes soared <br>With the flames <br>Of the chimneys, <br>Carried by the winds<br>To the skies, <br>Rising higher and higher<br>To the planets <br>And the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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Old photos stared down
Solemnly from the wall.
Behind the glass frame
Grandpa wore 
His grey uniform 
Of the Great War; 
Grandma her sombre dress.

She died before I was born 
And grandpa shortly after.
The only grandparent 
That I k..."></div>
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