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 an effort to remember them, Holocaust Museum Houston is
collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies.
My kids and I wanted to help.
Mixed Media Butterfly by Moriah
Fabric, book pages, tissue paper, watercolors, acrylics, inks, stamps, collage, stitching, rub ons, and paperclay heart embellishment on watercolor paper.
Colored Pencil on Watercolor Paper by Jesse; age 15
Colored Pencil, Crayon and Marker on Watercolor Paper by Jenna; age 11
Colored Pencil and Crayon on Watercolor Paper by Jenna; age 11
Colored Pencil, Marker, Crayon, and Gel Pen on Watercolor Paper by Jada; age 8
If you and your family would like to participate, please CLICK HERE for more information.
I encourage you to contact your child's school about participation as well.
Hugs,
Moriah
2 comments:
This is a lovely idea.
I have made 2 butterflies for this project and are in the post. I have passed the information onto our RE teacher at the school where I work. She was very interested in the project and is going to be doing some butterflies with her classes.
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