Far from the Homeland... For "Mutta!"

There shall be a candle lit;
under strange skies in a faraway land
I will always have deep feelings
for Germany, my fatherland,
and my native town.
My ancestors are buried there,
resting eternally in the East.
My greatgrandmother, courageous in her daring ways,
fought and took me back from the enemy.
Her face was so beautiful and pious,
and we were united in love.

On hands and knees, around the table,
we were playing catch.
She embraced and hugged me
and gave me her sweet smile.

Oh, if I could only stand on the site
under the birch trees on the heath.
I would plant a violet so tender
and as soft as silk,
for I shall always remember
her loving and tender touch.

    

Written by your great grandson Hartmut,
who has never forgotten you ,
after 57 years since wartime
and under far away skies.

Hartmut Reinsch
Toronto Canada

This poem "Far from the homeland" was called "Für MUTTA" originally and was written in the german language!