Au Revoir, Les Enfants
it was snowing that January day
when the Nazis led Jean away,
his dark curls poking out from
under his black beret.
I’ll never forget his last look,
that combination of loss and
resignation, of knowing and
confusion.
There was no sign of
accusation for when I looked
back at him, afraid for him,
when the Nazis raided
our school that morning.
We also said good bye to Père,
as he said good-bye to us,
Au revoir, les enfants,
ne les oublions jamais,
let us never forget.
.it was snowing that January day
when the Nazis led Jean away,
his dark curls poking out from
under his black beret.
I’ll never forget his last look,
that combination of loss and
resignation, of knowing and
confusion.
There was no sign of
accusation for when I looked
back at him, afraid for him,
when the Nazis raided
our school that morning.
We also said good bye to Père,
as he said good-bye to us,
Au revoir, les enfants,
ne les oublions jamais,
let us never forget.
Photograph courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/simpleorchards/248954300/
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