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Aug 2015
you, father,
after your escape
   from Lemberg's deadly POW camps
on your long march through Poland
braved the terror of secretive days
and endless nights
and did not simply stop

you, mother,
were holding your own
   against death from above
alone with your mother

I thank you
for finding each other
   in a world half-dead from war
for following your youth
and not those old in mind
   of whom were many
who then could only see
   the end of crazy dreams

that you brought me to life
   without my will -
this willful act
   I gladly do forgive
as you have bravely shared
   in bearing the results

for, what I have become
    throughout the years
your love, your care,
   your wisdom,
   anger, disappointment,
   patience, and your grief
have shaped me as I am today,
   even though
   I did not always understand

from all of this have grown
   for me
      perhaps for you
belief in self
and trust in life

I thank you

         * *
• My parents were born in Austria, in a little industrial district town 100 km southeast of Vienna, steel mills and skiing area. Father, born in 1925, was 17 when ******’s army drafted him & sent him to fight the Soviets on the Eastern Front. He became a POW of the Soviets in 1944 and made it home in December 1946. Mother, born 1926, completed her education as a grade school teacher under the threat of assorted air raids. -  I gave them the German version of this poem at Christmas 1992, when both were stiil alive.
Walter W Hoelbling
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Walter W Hoelbling  Austria & Spain & UK & US
(Austria & Spain & UK & US)   
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