It was many years after I found my father's letters. My kids were six and eight years old. Thomas and I had been living a wonderful but settled life. No one knew we were jews or what we went through. It was around this time that people started recognizing us and telling our stories.
I saw other people who were in the news sharing their stories of their time in concentration camps. Some were lucky and their families made it out alive. Others, not so much. They lost everyone in their family. Later, I went to a temple service, and after there was a meeting for those who had survived the camps. It was almost like a support group. Our leader of the group had access to a publisher if we wanted to share our stories. I raised my hand. I was a poet after all and throughout the experience, I wrote about what happened through my poetry. Throughout that week I took out the old papers and revised what I could. Spelling errors and grammar mistakes. The next time I went, I gave him the packet of poems. I sat quietly in anticipation as he read them. He was moved to tears by the end of it. He told me they were extraordinarily beautiful. He was even more impressed when I told him I wrote them when I was sixteen and seventeen years old. He told me he would send them to a publisher immediately. And soon my poems stood among many of those other stories told about that catastrophic time.
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Camp Majdanek
Historical FictionJessica is a teenage girl who lives in Poland with her father, mother, brother and sister. They get taken by Nazi soldiers. See her and her family move through these challenges of being in a concentration camp and recover from a tragic family death...
