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| Her eyes glistened with tears of goodbye, As her fingers traced the lines of his face. He held her hands in his for a moment, Then slowly retunred them to their place. "But Daddy! Please don't leave me here! To face this strange place without you." "Be strong, my daughter, I'll be back one day, When the war here is through." "But Daddy!" she cried, "It's dark and I'm scared! I don't understand why you have to go." "The Germans are on my back, my dear one, But remember I love you so. You'll be ok here, it's a really nice place, And I promise they'll take care of you. No one would ever guess that you're Jewish, For your hair is blond, and your eyes are blue." "But I wanna go with you!" The little girl wailed, "I promise I'll be brave and not cry." "But darling I must cross the sea into France, It's a hard trip even for someone as old as I. I'll see you again when the fighting has ended, And I can come to you a free man. Until then I'll pray for you every night, And write whenever I can." "Now be brave and be strong and be a good little girl, And remember me and the love that we share. And whenever you're feeling lonely or blue, Remember, I'll be right there." With that he pointed to her heart, And gave her one last hug. "Please just let me see my little girl again," He prayed to his god up above. |
