Pleading With a Whisper

Pleading with a Whisper (About the Holocaust) By: Emily Kroeger He begs of me to leave him. Barley a whisper. What can I do? He lies here, begging me to let him die. Barley a whisper. What can I do? Leave him to die? Barley a whisper. Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him? Barley a whisper. No! Never! He’s my father! Barley a whisper. Father! Father! Oh my dear father, Barley a whisper. I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice, Come, father, come, Do not give into death. Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths. Barley a whisper. Come father, I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.