Mother to Son
your grandfather had his bag packed
and was ready to go.
The Gestapo beat me up too
but back then, they left little girls
with their mothers.
Hoppe hoppe Reiter
Wenn er fällt dann schreit er
Mr. Woolf, the man down the street
who lost his leg defending W.W. I Germany,
never imagined he would be taken.
Der Dank des Vaterlands ist euch gewiß, they said.
Fällt er in den Graben
Fressen ihn die Raben
Six weeks after they took your grandfather,
I jumped up once at 2 AM. I knew
he was coming home. I ran outside,
down the street and there he was,
crying, crying, he cried for weeks.
Fällt er in den Sumpf
Da macht er einen Plumps
And then what happened?
I keep asking, pushing through
one dark velvet curtain after another.