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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.