Michel M.J. Shore

Paris Sonnet After the Shoah

Paris Sonnet After the Shoah

For  Sigmond and Therese Lena Shore ( Dr. Lena Allen-Shore),

My parents who loved to walk the streets of Paris


The night lights of Paris had just been lit.

How could one possibly remain and sit?

In an apartment near the Eiffel Tower,

When the city blossoms and begins to flower.


Charles Trenet,  Yves Montand, Edith Piaf sing,  as one passes, each boîte à chanson bells ring Awakening célébration in each heart.

Couples dance to Charles Aznavour, none apart.


Red wine, cognac and champagne glasses

Are raised in every café window to the masses,

To bring joy to those carrying life’s burdens;

And a few hours are blinded by willful curtains


When will the days in Paris clear the pain

Resemble the night that gives respite to keep one sane.

About the Author
Michel M.J. Shore is a retired judge of the Federal Court of Canada and recently made a home in Israel. He is the writer of several published books and poetry collections.
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