The Hope Garden

The Shoe

Who was the baby who owned this shoe?
Did he miss his little shoe?
Where did he drop his little shoe?
And was he one or was he two?
When did he ose his little shoe?
Did he crawl or walk?
And could he talk?
What should he do?
He lost his little white shoe.

Marty Westhaver
My Teddy Bear
Justin Stewart, Paul Literowicz, and Jacob Moreau

I am four years old, and I love my teddy bear.
I had a great life until the Nazis came that night.
They took us and threw us on a train.
My mommy saved me – she threw me out the window and saved my life.
To this day, I still have my teddy,
But I lost my parents – that night on the train.

The Teddy Bear
Austin Kelly

My name is Carl, and I’m twelve years old. I live with my family. I have only one friend, my teddy bear. His name is Carl Junior.
One day, the Nazis came. They took me away. I have never been so lonely in my life!

Now I’ll never see my bear again.

Who was the Man who Wore the Glasses
John Seale and Marielle Dillera

Who was the man who wore the glasses?
Did he wear them when he read the daily paper?
As he ate his creamy oatmeal?
Did he have children?
Did he play with them when he gave them new toys?
How did these glasses get lost? How did the lenses and frame get broken?
Maybe, when the man was sent to the concentration camp, the Nazis took off his glasses and threw them onto the ground. Maybe other prisoners stepped on them.
He must have felt so useless, so depressed when the soldiers told him to do his work – what could he see without his glasses?
Was he hurt at the sight of those glasses ground into the dirt?

Lianna’s Ring
Tanvir Parhar and Natasha Goodfellow

She had short blonde curls and hazel eyes,
She was happily engaged to a gentle man.
Surely, this was the best life ever.
Never would Lianna have thought that the next day would tear apart all her happiness.
She was forced to pack a small suitcase, and the Nazis escorted her to the train.
They were forcing everyone to surrender their wedding rings. Lianna took hers off and hid it in a tree.
She was killed at 4:06pm that day. The ring is now in safe hands.

Forever and Always
Timea Peterson and Olivia Imlach

Long blonde hair flows down her back as Erika Frank boards the train. Her husband sheds a tear as the two are separated. They share one final kiss before they are torn apart. The Nazis strip everyone of their jewellery, Erika surrenders  everything except for one item, her wedding ring, the only memory she has left of her devoted husband. When they reach the concentration camp, Erika cannot eat, her thoughts are on her husband.

Is he dead? Is he alive?

Her last words before death are for him:

“I will love you forever and always, Eli.”

Who was the Baby who Wore this Sweater?
Taylor Wright

There once was a baby,
She was a Jew
And because of Hitler,
The Nazis stole her shoes.
They stole her sweater, tore it from her back
They killed the baby, and so many other Jews
On that cruel railroad track.
That baby was only one year old!
Now, in her sweater, lies her soul.

Who was the Child who Loved the Bear?
By Nick Brzozowski and Justin Howe

Who was the child who loved the bear
Even while under Nazi “care”?
Did he name the bear “Cuddles”?
Did it fall in puddles?
Was the child a boy? Or was it a girl?
Did the child see the bear as a pearl?
Did the child bring the bear on that final train,
Perhaps so it could help to ease his pain?
Who were the child’s parents, and how did they perish?
Was this bear the only thing left to be cherished?
Was the child a Jew?
Did his mother make delicious stew?
Did the child try to flee
When the Nazis stormed in with glee?
If that was the case, was there a chase?
Did the child make any friends
In the camp, near the end?
Was the bear lost in the Holocaust? Or not?
Did the child live in Poland? Or maybe all the way in Holland?
Was the child taken because of racism? Or because of his Judaism?
Did the child die in that camp?
Or did he survive, and become a champ?
Roses in the Ghetto
By Jon Grohovac and Kwasun Cook-Thomas

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I am a Jew.
They tattoo my arm
And they take my shoes
I am supposed to get married
But they take me away.
Now I’m in the Ghetto
Doing work for no pay.
Stuck here for the rest of my days!
My anger will never go away.

The Woman who Wore the Ring
Emma Bargh

I felt like I had the world in the palms of my hands. He had just proposed. He was everything to me, my best friend, my lover, and soon-to-be my husband. Work had finally ended, I couldn’t wait to see him! I ran through the door only to fin a Nazi standing there. Should I run? Hide? NO, I stand there waiting for him to throw me onto a train. I am crammed in with hundreds of other Jews. I try to look for him, but I know, deep down, I know I won’t be able to find him. I look down at my cold hand and I see my ring. I decide they will never get it. I throw the ring from the moving train as I move toward my death.

I never saw him again. I hope he was safe.

Who was the Woman who wore the Ring?
Jaling Kersen

The band of silver
Sitting upon the pile
Of abandoned rings.
The tiny band of silver
With swirls
Carved neatly into it.
Somehow, it stands out
Silently
Speaking to me in the darkness.
Worn
By a young woman
Symbolizing love
A love wrenched apart
Thrown carelessly
Into a pile of broken memories,
Ripped from a finger
How little it meant
To the cruel killers!
Love that will only be
Remembered
In that tiny ring
The ring that now sits
Silently mourning
Broken hearts.

The Ring
Andrea Kyfiuk

Who are we
to try to explain how life was?
How do people think that they can know how someone felt? Loved? Died?
Children and elders alike were taken away, away from their loved ones, from joy, from humanity!
How can we know what she felt like when her ring,
the one thing that still showed who she was,
was ripped from her, ripped from her very flesh?
Something, anything, even as simple as a ring, showed she was worthy of respect, respect for a human being – but that could not be tolerated.
We can not explain how it was, we can not fathom how she felt.
But we can still try.
We can carry the victims in our hearts and minds
and pray that we will not experience the same.

The Girl with the Ring
Talea Ashdown

I look at my family, happy as can be
I look at my husband, he looks back at me.
The Nazis invaded –it happened so fast,
My life flies before my eyes as time starts to pass.
They rip my ring from my finger and they change my name,
Now I’m just a number, and nothing is the same.
Now I’m referred to as number fifty, and I’m lucky to still be alive.

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