Couplets
Windowman
He missed the
warmth, in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms
He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss
He missed fulfillment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy, face to face
He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home, no one to greet
He missed the thoughts of his soul mate
Each day recalling their first date
Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now, he missed her voice
He missed his love so very much
And sharing life with his old dutch.
Love's Story
Can a letter break a
heart
Like the look as lovers part
Can a smile from two twinkling eyes
Bring forth laughter, from sighs
Can a hug then melt the ice
Does true love, always feel this nice
Can romance begun with a kiss
Conclude in a lifetime of bliss
Birkenau
Here because of an
accident of blood
The multitudes entered in a flood
He saw her silhouette in the blue light
She blew him a final kiss that night
She held his child for him to see
Neither, would ever be set free
On his arm they numbered his tattoo
In this camp for the Holocaust Jew
He came back in forty-five
To keep the Auschwitz story alive.
Tribute to Leon
Greenman (1910-2008) the only Englishmen to be sent to
Auschwitz.