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.