National Poetry Month: Week 3- Holocaust Remembrance Week

This week I’m actually going to post poems about the Holocaust to celebrate Holocaust Remembrance Week. Let us pray for those who suffered and those who are still suffering.

The Butterfly by Pavel Friedman

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. 

Written in Pencil in the Sealed Railway-Car by Dan Pagis

Here in this carload

I, Eve,

with my son, Abel.

If you see my older boy,

Cain, the son of man,

tell him I


Holocaust  by Barbara Sonek


We played, we laughed 

we were loved. 

We were ripped from the arms of our 

parents and thrown into the fire. 

We were nothing more than children. 

We had a future. We were going to be 

lawyers, rabbis, wives, teachers, mothers. 

We had dreams, then we had no hope. 

We were taken away in the dead of night 

like cattle in cars, no air to breathe 

smothering, crying, starving, dying. 

Separated from the world to be no more. 

From the ashes, hear our plea. This 

atrocity to mankind can not happen 

again. Remember us, for we were the 

children whose dreams and lives were 

stolen away. 

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