Bottles on the Bookcase
Those bottles sitting on a bookcase
With a knife from Takur and Sunil,
Refugees from the East
Whom we met in Germany
Looking for peace in the West
Taken in by a fellow from the base.
Col. Lembers had given them a place;
He found them while they made the art
Providing them shelter and a new start.
Don’t know how long they stayed around
Or where today they might be found.
We took them, Mom and Dad Bray
Into our home for while to stay
Until they could fine their way West
All the way to the bountiful U.S.
Need passports, paperwork and money
To make it to the land of fun and honey.
Pleasant memories rise up now and then
And fill my heart with thanksgiving
To Him Who saves and sustains
And relieves people of their pains.
0900 on 13 June, 2022
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