Met in the ghetto
They courted through war
Buried his father
Fate still unsure
Marching through death
Fighting past fear
Walking and walking on
Nothing was clear

Slated for death
More than just once
Stood up starvation
With barely a chance

A wedding dress borrowed
No socks, old or new
Each turned to the other,
All I need is you

Through hunger, through cold
Their story went on
Their love kept them full
Their hope kept them warm
They moved and they managed
They never stopped living
Self made from the ashes
And still they kept giving

I come from these heroes
My personal treasure
Their story, my guideline
I remember. Forever.
xo gb – Gitty Berger