The Butterfly Project

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The Butterfly

 
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.

Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on Sept. 29, 1944.

 

1,500,000 children died in the holocaust. The Holocaust Museum Houston is collecting 1.5 million hand-made butterflies for a memorial to those children.  Those precious children may be gone but they are not forgotten.  I’m going to make a butterfly for the Butterfly Project, are you?

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  1. We had talked about making butterflies with our Girl Scout troop for this cause. Even if we don’t do it as a troop, I might make some butterflies.

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