Sonia Weitz's Poetry

Writing poetry has been central to Sonia Weitz's life from an early age. It has helped her cope with her emotions in the aftermath of the intense trauma she experienced during the Holocaust.  And it has been her companion through the years when events in the world and her own life trigger painful memories, or push her to speak out against injustice and man's inhumanity towards man.  

All poems © Sonia Schreiber Weitz. 

For Yom Ha'Shoah
by Sonia Weitz

Come, take this giant leap with me
into the other world...the other place
where language fails and imagery defies,
denies man's consciousness...and dies
upon the altar of insanity.

Come, take this giant leap with me
into the other world...the other place
and trace the eclipse of humanity...
where children burned while mankind stood by,
and the universe has yet to learn why
...has yet to learn why.

In Memory to My Mother
by Sonia Weitz

Where is your grave?
Where did you die?
Why did you away?
Why did you leave
Your little girl
That rainy autumn day?

I still can hear
The words you spoke:
"You tell the world, my child."
Your eyes as green
As emeralds
Were quiet and so mild.

You held my hand
Your face was white
And silent like a stone,
You pressed something
Into my palm...
And then...then you were gone.

I suffered, but
I didn't cry:
The pain so fierce, so deep...
It pierced my heart
And squeezed it dry.
And then, I fell asleep.

Asleep in agony
And dreams...
A nightmare that was true...
I heard the shots,
The screams that came
From us, from me and you.

I promised I would
Tell the world...
But where to find the words
To speak of
Innocence and love,
And tell how much it hurts...

About those faces
Weak and pale,
Those dizzy eyes around,
And countless lips
That whispered "help"
But never made a sound...

To tell about
The loss...the grief
The dread of death and cold,
Of wickedness
And misery...
O, No! can't be told.

by Sonia Weitz

I danced with you that time only.
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 to 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.

The Black Messiah
by Sonia Weitz

A black GI stood by the door
(I never saw a black before)
He'll set me free before I die,
I thought, he must be the Messiah.

A black Messiah came for me...
He stared with eyes that didn't see,
He never heard a single word
Which hung absurd upon my tongue.

And then he simply froze in place
The shock, the horror on his face,
He didn't weep, he didn't cry
But deep within his gentle eyes
...A flood of devastating pain,
his innocence forever slain.

For me, with yet another dawn
I found my black Messiah gone
And on we went our separate ways
For many years without a trace.

But there's a special bond we share
Which has grown strong because we dare
To live, to hope, to smile...and yet
We vow not ever to forget.

Forgetting Is Dangerous
by Sonia Weitz

When memory dies
In the face of lies
Hope is crushed forever
And prayers are severed
And dreams are forsaken...
But if we awaken
And dare to care
All things are possible
Even undoing future genocides;
Even preserving our planet earth;
We have the power
To plant a flower
To love a child,
To save a tree,
To be free...
To be one
With the rising sun...
But only
If we remember
That forgetting is dangerous

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