Paper Hearts
The Germans Arrived
in June of 1941
the beginning of summer
when hope
should have
hung in blue-filled skies.
But hope burned away
in the heat of summer.
First came the yellow armbands
branding all us Jews.
Then came the fences
closing out the rest of the world.
Then came the refugees
Jews from neighboring villages and countryside
weighed down with wagons of belongings
herded inside the wire
with no houses in which to live.
Then came the other family
assigned to share our home.
Ten people
six in my family
four in the other
crammed in a three-room house.
Then came the confiscations
anything of value
jewelry
money
even Mama and Tata’s wedding bands.
Then came the shortages of
food
water
medicine
jobs
coal
firewood.
I was fortunate.
Even though
school was forbidden,
at seventeen
I had a job outside the ghetto
at a small bank
where people hated me
because I was smart
spoke different languages
Polish
Russian
German
was a Jew.
Then
even that was taken away.
You cannot work here anymore,
I was told.
No Jews.
Oleg Broz’s father smiled
as I walked out.
Then
came
the
transports.