Leaving the Warsaw Ghetto


Anna Tumbas



My mother knew that we were going to die,
"We will bury the photograph," she said


"Whoever comes home first will dig it out."
She gave up half a loaf of bread,
most of our family's ration,
to be photographed by the man.
The day we buried the photograph
was the last day
I saw my five brothers and sisters alive.
I was the first to come home.
This is the only picture that survived.