During the months in Stutthof
I still prayed,
Asking Adonai
For understanding,
Strength,
Help.
If I was a good girl,
Adonai would hear me.
As we were loaded
Onto another train,
I asked,
Is my family alive?
Where are we going?
But there was no answer.
Only rumors.
The name
Auschwitz
Rumbled like train wheels
Through the boxcar.
And I prayed some more
That that was not so,
For I had heard
More rumors.