Old Tattered Little Girls Coat......

 She holds that coat
Coat that she wore on that day
When they managed to tear her Mother away
The broken pieces of her Mom´s efforts
To keep a hold of her daughter
It was the last time
Last time they ever saw each other
All she was able to keep
Was that little coat of when she was small
She lets the tears flow 
Flow for they know not of time or space
All of her life looking for her Mom
Hoping that she might be alive
But everytime she sees the old railway tracks
That went to a certain place
A cold shiver runs up her spine
Even though it was such a long time ago
The World never stops
But for the people that were there
For those that were there they know
She prays that her Mother is at peace
Hugging that now wreck of a coat
Those cold icy railway tracks
They are still there
With the millions of memories yet to be told.

In loving memory.xxx nuff said.xxx

 

 

Esta sentada en su cuarto
Sin calor, sin nada
Mas que un abrigo que llevó
Que llevo aquel día
Aquel día que su Madre
Se afferó al abrigo de élla
Los soldados la llevarón lejos de ahí
En un tren lleno de miseria
De cuentos que nunca se contarán
Si, la niña creció
Pero siempre con esa memoria
Que nunca se borrará
Cuando agarrarón a su Mamá 
Peor trato élla nunca había conocido
Hasta ese maldito día
Llora élla porque nunca mas le volvió a ver
Los railes de ese lugar
Cubiertos y congelados de nieve
Llevan y contienen historias 
Contienen historias que el mundo
El mundo tendría que saber
De todo el sufrimiento llevado
Y nadie ha aprendido
Y nadie ha aprendido.

La flor es un simbolo de todo el coraje el valor de esos millones de personas.
Ella no dice mas nada mas que eso.xxx