A MOTHER'S DAY POEM BY ADOLF HITLER
Adolf
Hitler's mother, Klara, was a dedicated
mother who doted on her youngest son. Young Adolf was very
close to his mother and was devastated when she passed away. He
was just 17 years old when she died of cancer in 1907. Years
later, Klara's Jewish doctor, whom Hitler admired and had never
forgotten, described the scene of her death:
"Outwardly, his love
for his mother was his most striking feature. While he
was not a "mother's boy" in the usual sense, I have never
witnessed a closer attachment...In the practice of my
profession it is natural that I should have witnessed many
scenes such as this one, yet none of them left me with quite the
same impression. In all my career I have never seen anyone so
prostrate with grief as Adolf Hitler." - Dr. Eduard
Bloch
Surely,
when Hitler penned his tribute to mothers, 'The Mother',
he must have had his own dear mother
in mind. As a Mother's Day tribute to all of our elderly (and
not so elderly) Mothers, TomatoBubble.com presents, 'The Mother',
by Adolf Hitler.
THE MOTHER
When your mother
has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -
Then
lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks
you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And
if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.
-Adolf Hitler, 1923
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