Someone looked at this beautiful smiley face and decided he had to die.
In a land where shadows silently creep,
A small boy’s dreams are laid to sleep.
Four tender years, too soon erased,
In Auschwitz’s grip, his spirit faced.
Eyes of wonder, wide and bright,
Shining stars in the darkest night.
A heart so pure, a soul so new,
Innocence lost, like morning dew.
A mother’s kiss, a father’s laugh,
Echo faintly in a haunted past.
Tiny fingers clutching tight,
Hoping to hold on to the light.
Laughter stilled by silent screams,
Shattered hopes and broken dreams.
A world that let its angels fall,
In Auschwitz’s cold, unfeeling thrall.
No games to play, no songs to sing,
No more joy that life might bring.
In the wind, his whispers blend,
With sorrow’s song that never ends.
But in our hearts, he finds a place,
A memory time cannot be erased.
For though he’s gone, his spirit soars,
A beacon on eternal shores.
Rest in Peace, Carel.
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History of Sorts 