Set aside the Auschwitz wallow,

Make the most of what you have got,

When one slice of bread is your lot,

Eat slowly, savour, each swallow,

And, save a bit, for tomorrow.

Then you will have, a ‘thing’ to bide,

And a place, where you may just hide,

The precious that you, so much prize,

(Eyes twinkling with certain surprise)

The charm from the mother – who died.

(Decima)

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Chapter 39 – Summary from the Wisdom of Lily Ebert

The Post has been inspired by If I Could Tell You Just One Thing by Richard Reed.

Over the 62 days, in Dec and Jan, my challenge is to share the learning from each of the 62 chapters; hopefully in a poem, but who knows?  Follow my progress with the #JustOneThing Tag

Happy to explore what you make of the post in the comments below? 🙂

Also delighted to link this post to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt#17 (PRIZE) 

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