In the mid seventies, Holocaust survivors were very much alive and engaged in rebuilding their lives, but the past was not so distant. This is inspired by a true story.
Marc Chagall's Wedding (a painting) 1910
We jumped into the car and drove out of the cornfields.
Heading south we hit the city and keep driving until,
We reached the place.
We parked the car and headed over to the door.
A girl answered it. I remember nothing about her.
We walked into the small house and the sound was distinct.
The record player was on and a Yiddish song was playing.
I could not understand it but it spoke to me.
I wanted to know about it. Who was playing it?
It was her mother, laying on the couch.
I had not seen her there.
She was in a bathrobe, it was late in the day.
She did not see us, she did not hear us.
We were right there.
Her daughter hustled us out of the front room.
She whispered and we walked.
Soon we left the way we came in.
Before that she told us.
It was the music.
Every weekend her mother traveled back in time.
Some thirty years before to her country.
The one which expelled her like so much spoiled food.
The same one which consumed her family, her loves, her village,
Her way of life.
The end of her life was all she knew.
That it would end.
Until that time, she lived in the past.
Every seven days she went back via music.
She closed her mind to everything else and went back.
There was music, there was laughter. There were her brothers.
She ate the food prepared by love. She drank the kosher wine.
She sat on the chair which was hoisted high above.
At her own wedding, she was.
Her husband no shy bridegroom, but a deep love.
He was a fighter, a provider, a mensch.
They would survive, they married to seal the promise.
Life would get better, it would go on.
Somehow it went on, but he was lost.
She never knew what happened.
If she did not have her daughter,
She would think it was all a dream.
It was a dream after all. This was not their daughter.
This was her daughter, from someone else.
She just wanted to finish the wedding party.
Just let her finish.
But it was interrupted. Her life was interrupted.
So she traveled back every seven days to try and finish it.
But she could only get to the bad part and then it was time to
Wake up again.
Copyright 2010 SheilaTGTG55