A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from France. They had arrived in New York ten years earlier, separately, with different spouses, to escape the Germans who were now marching through Paris, but who back then, were just knocking on the doors of France - all set to break them down if not opened. They were both non observant Jews. They had worked together in a university in Paris and were lovers in the shadows of the Eiffel Tower and the Seine. Their respective spouses had returned to France, unafraid since they were non-observant and did not consider themselves Jewish. Unfortunately the Germans didn't make the distinction between practicing Judaism and being born a Jew - they had each been sent to different camps and had not been heard of since. Fifty some years later on - four children, eighteen grandchildren and several great-grandchildren; Beatrice had been told that the cancer that had taken away her hair and any strength she still had away, was back. This time the Doctors were not giving her more than six months. Victor had sat down with her and told her, "Just as in Paris we knew it was our time to leave, so here in New York City, we must accept it is our time to leave, once again." With that he bought a bottle of wine, a tape recorder with a recording of their favorite songs. They went up to the roof and then as they had back in the forties - left their home for the promise of a better life. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #edithpiaf #LouisarmstrongInstagram

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