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Poetry
Words for Hope |
I Was Afraid |
There is No Sense
Words for Hope
by Terrace Holocaust Survivors Group
I speak five languages,
But I have no words for the Camps,.
The Eskimos have many words for snow,
But we know only one word for death.
I have only tears.
Enough tears for many lives.
I cannot cry and cannot laugh.
I can talk, and want to talk.
If the new generations will listen,
The Survivors might find words for hope.
These poems were created by the Holocaust Survivors' Group, a unique
group of women originating from a variety of different countries, cultures
and lifestyles. These poems have been reprinted from "Collective
Poems: The Terrace Holocaust Survivors' Group," edited by Paula David (Baycrest
Centre for Geriatric Care), Toronto.
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