All Our Children- A Review In Poetry
Last night in London, I saw All Our Children. Set in Nazi Germany in winter 1940/41, this play may not seem relevant to Britain today. In many ways, however, it is. I was inspired to write this short poem, which is also my review of the piece.
All Our Children
All our children were human in 1941
When mothers like Frau Pabst loved their son
Sent him to safety, to professional care
With no idea what was really happening there
Over 70 years later, with many lessons learned,
Battles fought and won, rights earned
A disabled girl in Britain watched this story of strife,
Set in the past, in Germany, yet the story of her life.
This may not be Germany, 1941,
But parents here, too, love their daughters and sons,
Disabled or not. Words have changed, but one thing never will,
Today, here and now, all our children are human still.
Same Difference 
Thank you for writing this poem in response to my play. Means lot. I’m Frau Pabst too…
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Thank you so much for writing your play, and thank you even more for taking the time to comment here. It means a lot to me. I am a daughter of a Frau Pabst and many of my friends are also ‘her’ children.
Sadly Frau Pabst and her son were never covered in the secondary school history books about 1940s Germany. I wish you could get your play shown in secondary schools across the UK, and the world! Children should know from the beginning that the Holocaust wasn’t just about race. I found out long after leaving school.
I have sent you a request on Facebook.
Very best wishes
Sarah Ismail
(samedifference1)
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