Everyone says I am fortunate.
“Lucky,” they say.
“You were lucky.”
“You got away when others did not.”
“You and your brother escaped
The Nazi terrors.”
“You were so lucky
to be sent to England
to live where it was safe.”
Was it luck that put me, a Jewish girl,
in Mainz Germany on
Kristallnacht?
Was it luck that only my father
was arrested and sent to
Buchenwald?
Was it luck that got me a seat
on a train bound for the Dutch coast
then on to English shores
where Nazi bombs fell day and night?
Was it luck that guided my life for 7 ½ years
separated from the only life
I had ever known
and loved?
Yes, maybe I was fortunate
all those years ago.
But, had I not been a Jewish girl
living in 1939 Nazi Germany
I would not have needed
all this ‘luck’
for my very
Survival.