My Lithuanian Holocaust Survivor Grandmother—
BEFORE: Hot water burbled in samovars. You strolled cobblestone streets, clicking your heels. DURING: You sipped grass soup. Dug the ditch for your murdered mother. AFTER: You slaved stitching stockings in sweatshops. My alcoholic grandfather cracked open your skull with a cast-iron skillet. You danced at Roseland Ballroom, smelling of bleach and herring, wearing tangerine-colored wigs. You played Ken so I could be Barbie. Fed me Golden Delicious. Sang lullabies to my sons. You screamed in the hospital, “Mara, the SS are coming. Hide!” I kissed your forehead. Vowed I’d be okay. You closed your eyes.
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