The Ghosts of the executed were waiting-
They took our arms and walked beside us.
On leaving, they thanked us for remembering-
We will never forget I whispered.
Written on being taken to Auschwitz on my 60th birthday by my beloved son, Andrew.
"Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen!" J.C.Mangan