The tears

Tears did not come to me
they left with the yellow star
and with my radio
and my bike with the pink bell

Tears did not come to me.
they left with mama and papa
they left with Ori, my brother
with Rivka, my doll.

Tears did not come to me
They left with the trains
and the gestapo
and the kapo

Tears did not come to me
Not with shrieks of sorrow
Or ashes falling like snow flakes.

Tears now come to me
70 Year Late