Words for Hope |
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There is No Sense
Words for Hope
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.
by Terrace Holocaust Survivors Group
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.