Day 7 of the Butterfly Project
It was 5 in the morning, but you will get the idea on how to do the butterflies. LOL
I've been touched deeply by the children of Terezin. Terezin was not the only place during the Holocaust where children suffered and died, but Terezin was one of the camps that captured my heart. 1,500,000 children died during the Holocaust. Let remember them with our butterflies.
Our last poem:
I NEVER SAW ANOTHER BUTTERFLY
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing against a white stone....
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.
---Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on January 7, 1921. Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942. Died in Aushchwitz on September 29, 1944.
1. a promise
2. a love
3. a breath
4. God Spirit
5. God who cares and loves enough to love and comfort me