Holocaust
by Sharon Corr

Dear Sharron, blessed one, whose weight is worth in pure gold, your mother Sarah's storied truth is one that must be told; the story of Oswiecim and all those who perished there that their sacrifice may never die or memories disappear. Your mother, out of millions, was selected by Jehovah who ordained it that she should not die but live a new life over and after years of silence should relate her tales to you whom God gave brilliant talents to relate those stories true.

And it is now your duty to the whole of humankind to enshrine your mother's words although they may revolt your mind. So summon up your courage, dear, and steel your mind and heart to take down every word she says and faithfully impart. As Auschwitz and as Birkenau the Nazi swine had named the death-camps at Oswiecim where six million Jews un-named died choking in the shower-rooms as the poison-gas was fed then were carted to cremation in huge ovens stoked with dead.

Their shoes, their teeth, their spectacles the Nazis sorted through and shipped them off to Germany as though their right and due. But enjoyment of that ghastly tribute to the Reich was short with the faschist cause defeated and a lasting lesson taught. Dear Sharron it's your duty with the talent you were given to transcribe your dear mother's words before she goes to Heaven. By doing so you earn the praise of decent, thinking men and help ensure the like of that does not occur again. Blessed be the divine mother Sarah and the gifted daughter Sharron to whom Yahweh/Jehovah has decreed this sacred duty. I love you both. XXX Hugh.

~Inscribed for your beloved mother Sarah~