Lisa's Story

Came to America,
A Holocaust refugee,
Young Auschwitz survivor
Married me,
As time went by,
Three boys there'd be,
Two had success in life,
A lawyer and a doctor,
The third, a little slower,
A cab he'd drive,
My husband, Hans,
He passed away,
And now I'm all alone,
Lonely, old and gray,
And often do reflect,
I suffer from neglect,
The lawyer and the doctor
Never call at all,
My cabby calls me
Twice a year,
In spring and in the fall.
Ah yes, a mother
Can take care of three,
But all my sons
Cannot look after me.

Alred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz