My poem from LA
The poem I got in LA (the one you do the butterfly on) was kind of confusing, and the fact that a child wrote is amazing expecially since they were going through the Holocaust. My poem I think could have two meanings, either the kid is in a hospital after WWII or he is in a ghetto.
But today I saw the performance of I Never Saw Another Butterfly, and I think that they were in the ghetto and at the time this kid wrote this there were fifteen people with the kid at the ghetto. At the beginning when it talks about fifteen beds, fifteen bodies, its talking about the chldren that are there, and when it talks about not wanting to leave, the author and the children there have figured out that the people who go to the camps die, because they never come back.
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