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2020-08-28T12:01:47-07:00August 26th, 2020|Musings on life|

Unbearable acts of kindness

I read White Bird to my son
except he mostly watched me
read it to him
as my voice shook
and then disappeared,
tears running down the gutters
of my face.

He kept reaching up,
not to wipe away the flood,
but just to touch my face.

It was such a tender gesture,
the kind where the heart
is in charge.

I kissed his hand
and promised myself
that when my voice
found solid ground,
I would tell him,

It’s not just the evil of the Holocaust
that shatters me.
It’s what endured despite it all;
those unbearable acts
of kindness.

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