This is the private sponsor's memorial to one million Jewish children who lost lives between 1939-1945.
Trough a hole, through a crack or a cranny
Sturving yet stubborn and canny
Sneaky and speedy like a cat
I daily risk my youthful neck
And if fate will turn against me
In that game of life and bread
Do not weep for me mother; do not cry
Are we not all marked to die?
Only one worry besets me
Lying in agony; so nearly dead
Who'll care for you tomorrow
Who'll bring you, dear Mom, a slice of bread.
Ghetto Warsaw 1941