Editor’s Note: Her feelings of desperation and forced calmness as the political situation worsens and she fears the imminent danger she and her family face in those last days before being led into the ghetto are seen in the poem:
And there is no exit. My thoughts are jumbled, I cannot find the answer. Perhaps my eyes don’t see it.
They don’t see things right And often shed away my tears. At such times my days are boring. And I feel I lived a long life.
And yet when the sun rises again, It gives me new faith and comfort. Once more I can hope with belief And face calmly another day.
