. . . I never saw another butterfly. . . : Week of 4/14/13

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A phrase from my reading would be a phrase from the poem, A Letter To Daddy. It states: 

"Momma told me to write you today, 

but I had no time. New children arrived with the latest transport, and

I had to play with them.

I didn't notice time pass."

Along with,

"You promised to bring me books

because, truly, I have nothing to read.

So please, come tomorrow, right before dusk.

I will surely be grateful for this

Now I must stop. Momma sends you her love.

I will rejoice when I hear you footsteps

in the hall. Until you are with us again, 

I send you my greetings and kisses.

                                    Your faithful son."

                                                      -Anonymous

From prior knowledge I believe that the faithful son is Jewish along with his mother. His father probably being a German did not have to go to a concentration camp. The faithful son probably awaits the presence of his father, yet he sadly and most likely did not receive that. I feel that the author probably wrote these letters to his father, an idea from his mother, so that he could escape the harsh reality that was the world at that time.

The different emotions I read could not be anything else but sympathy, desperation, and anger. The entire reading is picture and poems of innocent children who were sent to their deaths simply because of their heritage. Throughout the poetry you are aware that some children knew what was going on, and others were clueless. Some would write about the guards, what Terezin was like, and other wrote about what hospitals were like, the fact that people were happier there. Others wrote about about never losing hope, the strength they would hope into living their daily lives.

I feel that the most important part of what I have been reading is the painful truth. That truth is the fact that anybody and everybody in these camps were prisoners, and sadly they probably might not be able to be anything but that until the end of their lives. Another sad truth being that those prisoners were also children. Children that before, did not allowed to stain the world's fabric. They made no harm to the world, yet they were treated like scum. Left to die, never to return their families.