Maybe I learned about the Holacaust <br />from grandpa, when he made me <br />cross out Hitler's picture <br />on the German stamps in my album. <br /> <br />Every generation, <br />collective memory dulls. <br /> <br />We were reformed Jews <br />living in consumer paradise <br />light years from genocide, <br /> <br />the only imprint of that past <br />being the pull of the old ones' <br />unnamed emotions, <br /> <br />the hush in the room sometimes, <br />when a child knew <br />there was only one way <br />he was permitted to feel<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-way-a-child-learns/
