Refugee's Thanksgiving

My body is not burned
in the ovens of Auschwitz
for I am one of the
lucky ten percent
who escaped the terror
and every morning
when I open my eyes
to a new sunrise,
I thank the provident fate
which has given me
another day to breathe,
to be so fully alive and free,
to savor this grand world
with every fiber of my being,
to touch it as if it were
my last moment,
not to miss the smallest
particle of existence
and be eternally grateful
for my granted life,
but in some quiet moments
I weep for my six million
brothers and sisters
who never made it.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz