Leah writes, “I went to the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. and this poem is dedicated to it.”
Too Many Shoes
by Leah Kelleher
Grade Eight, Albert D Lawton School
The eeriness of a murder's home,
But this is the home of souls.
Long,
Forgotten,
Souls
That no longer deserve to be forgotten.
The air is thick of not death,
Or disease,
But of decay.
The decay of memories.
These are memories of children,
Children in each and everyone of them
As they were slaughtered by the cat,
By the man with the threatening voice
And bitter beliefs.
So many,
Too many
Didn't see the next day,
The new day.
We gaze upon this memoir,
The pieces of scrap fabric,
This assortment of foot wear.
All different sizes and shapes,
Yet these soles have one thing in common,
Their owners did not deserve to die.
