Forget Me Not: Agnes Ringwald

Left and Right

They came during the night,

Forcing them from their homes

Shoving them onto trains,

Like sardines in a can;

Their destination unknown

The whimpers of strangers,

Screeching of wheels meant the ride was over.

One-by-one the train was emptied,

Lines seemed to stretch on for miles

Some go right; others left

Left they went

Agnes with her mom,

Gripping tightly, each other's hands

There were stalls, for bathing

And so they prepared.

The chiking smell of their demise,

The world slowly fading

Their lives short lived.

The potential is gone and so only memories remain.

Thank you so much to Kathryn Corprew, age 14, and her grandmother Mary Lou Maguess for sharing Kathryn's poem with us!