How sad you were, how tired, lonely...
You knew that they would "take" you soon...
So when your bunk-mate played a tune
You whispered: "Little one, let us dance,
We may not have another chance."
To grasp this moment...sense the mood;
Your arms around me felt so good
The ugly barracks disappeared
There was no hunger...and no fear.
Oh what a sight, just you and I,
My lovely father (once big and strong)
And me, a child...condemned o die.
I thought: how long
before the song
must end
There are no tools
to measure love
and only fools
Would fail
to scale
your victory
Victory is a poem written by Sonia Weitz's a Holocaust survivor
who died June the 23ed, 2010 at the age of 81. Sonia and her sister
surveyed five concentration camps; Plaszow, Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen,
Mauthausen, and Venusberg during the Holocaust. She wrote this
poem about the last time she saw her father before she was taken away. Victory is also about Sonia Weitz and her father dancing to a song played by one of the men in her fathers camp. One part
in the poem that really stood out to me was when she wrote, "Only fools
would fail to scale your victory". To me this meant that only silly people
would try to measure her father’s victory because it was immeasurable or in
other words the victory was so substantial that no one could put it on a scale.
The mood in the poem shifts, in the first few lines it seems sad. Then further
towards the end I sensed that the words became full of hope, joy, and
happiness. Victory is about a small spark of hope in an
endless eclipse of darkness. Out of all the unimaginable event that
occurred in the Holocaust Sonia and her father were able to bring
hope to the situation with their unbreakable bond. I think that the poem was
called Victory because no matter what the Nazi's did to the Jews they could not
take away who they were. They could not break the bond between father
and daughter, no matter how weak, hunger, or small they made them.
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