Forgotten

This is a poem taken from the book "...I Never Saw Another Butterfly" [Second edition]. The book is a collection of poems, drawings and writings from children who were imprisoned at the Terezin concentration camp during 1942 - 1944 in which less than 100 children survived, out of a possible 15,000 children that pased through.

You wanton, quiet memory that haunts me all the while

In order to remind me of her whom love I send.

Perhaps when you caress me sweetly, I will smile,

You are my confidante today, my very dearest friend.
     

"Fly somewhere back to her and ask her, soft and low,
If she thinks of me sometimes with love."

You sweet remembrance, tell a fairy tale

About my girl who's lost and gone, you see.

Tell, tell the one about the golden grail

And call the swallow bring her back to me.
           

Fly somewhere back to her and ask her, soft and low,
If she thinks of me sometimes with love.
If she is well and ask her, too, before you go

If I am still her dearest, precious dove.
            

And hurry back, don't lost your way,

So I can think of other things,

But you were too lovely, perhaps, to stay.

I loved you once. Good-bye, my love!

--Anon.

Note: there are no errors; I copied this poem directly from the book.