Author's Notes: I just want to let my readers know that this isn't the way I wrote my story, but every time I upload it, the site changes my indentation, tabs, paragraphs, line spacing, fonts, etc. I know it looks really sloppy but this is not the way I wrote it, but I can't figure out how to get the site to return my stories to their original format, so please bear with me, and excuse me. If you have any idea how I can get the site to keep, and post the stories in the original format with the same indentations, tabs, paragraphs, line spacing, fonts, etc., please tell me. Email me at:

I am still fairly new to writing fanfic, so be kind, but I still want honest feedback. If you have a negative comment, it is okay to post it, but also include some practical suggestions on how I could make the story better. I love to write stories and poems and I always welcome advice and constructive criticism. I want to be a good writer so I don't mind negative comments as long as they are not flames. I don't mean to offend anyone by this poem. I loved the movie, "Life is Beautiful", and I think that the Holocaust was one of the world's greatest tragedy, and it is still appalling to me that the rest of the world sat back for years, and did NOTHING to stop Hitler's murderous reign before millions of innocent people were slaughtered. I think that this movie is beautiful, and I had always wished that Roberto Benigni's character had been able to survive the concentration camps along with his wife and son. Other than that, feel free to write what you think.

I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones that I create. The "Life is Beautiful" characters belong to Roberto Benigni, Vincenzo Cerami, and the other writers, producers and directors of this wonderfully, excellent and poignant movie. But I've written this story, I own this story, and all the others that I write or have written. Please do not use, copy, post elsewhere, or reproduce it in any way, shape, or form without my permission. Please read and review. Thank you!


Once there was a little boy, a very happy little boy

Who lived in Italy with his mom and dad

He was very happy and seldom sad

Then one day the Nazis came

And for most people, the happy days began to end

Leaving a life of fear, grief and pain

The Nazis came and leaving destruction and death in their wake

A father made ultimate sacrifices for his young son's sake

When they were sent to a concentration camp on his son's birthday

This father tried to protect him from the reality of Hitler's evil ways

"Since its your birthday, we're going on a trip" the father said to his son

When they arrived at the dank, dreary camp, he still tried to come up with something fun

"It's all a game, that we will play, and there will be a prize at the end – someday"

"The person with the most points wins a real tank"

The father said, trying to inspire his son, hiding him from the evil truth that stank

"Very little food, all the yelling. All the bad things are the point of the game"

So bravely this father shielded his son, amidst so much horror, and death, this little boy was protected

Insulated in the belief that it was all for fun

Only later would he learn how bravely his father died, of all the sacrifices that he made

To save his life

While to his wife and son, "Farewell" he bade.