Rosa Blume, Friedericke, Helene

How painful it can be
When the Nazis wiped out
A part of our family tree,
Mother and daughters
Murdered in Auschwitz,
Leaving a bitter memory,
Three dear ones
We'll never, ever see,
Their loss has diminished
The world, you and me,
An act brutal and rotten,
Never to be forgotten.

Alfred Charasz
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