If I’d Had the Chance, in 1914, to Warn My Grandfather When He was Coming to America…………by Robert M. Katzman
© August 15, 2012
I’d tell him not to go to Whiting
Whiting, Indiana
The Furniture store where
Big Louie
My Great Uncle Louie
Gave him a job
Where he learned some English
Not much
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I’d say:
Nathan from Minsk
Celia’s coming to Whiting
Coming from Poland
Louie’s little sister
A beautiful dark-eyed woman
Curvaceous and knowing
She will beguile you
Marry you
And the poison within her
Will flow
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When she was thirteen
Her Grandfather Moses
Was killed in a 1914
Anti-Jewish Pogrom
And the terror came to live
Deep within her
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In a 1916 Pogrom
Celia saw the big black horse
Race through her village
She saw her father Moses killed
By a slashing stroke
From a swift Cossack sword
She saw his bloody head roll away
While she cringed behind a barn door
And something fragile
Within her
Cracked
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Louie bought her a ticket
Bringing her to America
If she could get herself to the docks
Alone across Germany
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She got to the ship
In Hamburg in 1918
Four years after you
She’s smarter than you are
Speaks five languages
So wise while so young
And so damaged
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You should find
Another Jewish girl
A sweet girl
Someone else
With a smile in her heart
With laughing brown eyes
Because Celia’s heart
Is not broken
Its missing
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Because if you don’t, Nathan
Not run from Louie
Don’t find another town
Celia will quickly see
That you can be controlled
That her temper can grip you
And she will have you
For more than sixty years
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She will have three children
One will be my Mother
Celia’s coldness
The madness within her
Will drive Anne insane
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Will take a lively beauty
A fun-loving daring child
And hollow her out
Replace light with dark
As the
Perverse Poison
Flows
From Mother to Child
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Then Anne will have a daughter
My sister Bonnie
The same will repeat
The coldness
The emptiness
The heartlessness
The Perverse Poison
Will again flow
From Mother to Child
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This will keep going
I would tell Nathan
Even a Century after the
Sharp Cossack Sword fell
Even five thousand miles away
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Because the poison’s inside
No place to hide
No way to stop how it
Crushes young hearts
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Nathan
Do this
You can stop it before it starts
You can prevent
So much pain
You can rewrite the future
If only I could rewrite my past
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Though I would then
Never meet you
My gentle Grandfather
Even though
Some good survived
Despite all the bad
It isn’t worth it
It was never worth it
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Anne will never be
Bonnie will never be
I will never be
And all of us
Forever chased by that
Murderous mounted Cossack
Slashing while seeking
Jewish silver and gold
Will be better for it
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Grab your hat
Run out the door
Don’t say goodbye to Louie
All this I would have told you
While desperately erasing myself
If only I could have caught you
In time, Grandpa
In Time
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