Most of my family left,

some to England,

others farther, to America,

before the Germans came.


I couldn’t, with my husband

needing my care, the neighbors

eventually needing my nursing.

Somehow, I survived the horrors.


All these years out of touch,

I need to send letters, a photo.

They’ll have heard the news,

but don’t need the truth from me.

(after an unattributed late-1946 photograph of a portrait photographer in Warsaw, Poland, colorized by Marina Maral and found at