This poem is written by Yolanda Guns and is dedicated to the memory of her father David Desider Guns, who escaped the Holocaust coming to England on the last train to leave Prague.

Dad's Journey

I have a dream that we will be saved.
The train taking us away from the war zone Will free us from our enemies.

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

I have a dream we will be free
From soldiers and violence and needless slaughter.
The train is taking us to a new life

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

As the wheels of the train spin round,
Every revolution takes us closer to a new life, In a free country away from the shadow of evil

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

I have a dream we will survive,
And tell the world what is happening
To ordinary people caught in this extraordinary situation.

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

Out of the clutches of evil,
The like of which has never been previously known The train has delivered us to the boat, to cross the sea to safety.

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

The people here are kind.
They met the train at the station and found us places to rebuild our lives.
It's not about nationality or faith but about humanity.

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?

During the long sleepless nights, I think of all I've lost.
My family, my country, the existence I've always known.
Safe now, but so alone.

But what about my mother?
When will I see her again?
I dream one day we'll be reunited.

The fear, the heartache and separation
Will be healed by our meting again.

But where are you now my mother?
When will I see you again?

The train took us to liberation
The train took my mother to the place of death.
Did you know we were free my mother? That your sacrifice was not in vain?

I dream of you now my mother,
I wish I could see you again.

I know now that my mother's dream was to ensure that her children were safe.
No greater love could she have shown
And she achieved her ultimate dream.

I dream of you now my mother and vow
My life and that of my child, will keep your dreams alive.

You gave us life my mother,
And your dream then saved our lives once again.

By Yolanda Guns