I hold in my hand,
My most prized possession.
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Michael Phillips My sister's poem is about my father's cousin Auguste who saved his life when the boat was torpedoed during WW 2.Because he and many other French people spoke up against the Nazi occupation of France they were executed in the gas chambers.There were many more victims of the Nazis and they weren't all Jewish.The poem is a tribute poem in his honor and to the memory of many tragic losses.An aunt of ours also disappeared with out a trace.
Very beautiful tribute to a family member.It brought tears to my eyes thinking of dad and his family's loss.
It isn't just because so many of my own family perished as Augustin did, that I'm so moved by this poem. It's such a simply-stated memorial. My Mother was very fond of the saying 'To live on in the hearts of those you leave behind, is not to die.' So with Augustin.
A haunting poem, and yet oddly impersonal. We learn nothing about Augustin except his preferred nickname.
this is a very touching piece.Well penned