Holocaust Memorial Day – the Butterfly

A drop in family craft, part of the Holocaust Memorial programme

Holocaust Memorial Day logo - white background two tone purple flame


Saturday 29 January

Visitor information

11am - 3pm

For families. Free, drop in. 

Part of the wider Holocaust Memorial Day programme 


Families of all ages are welcome to join us and drop in as we take inspiration from Pavel Friedmann's poem 'The Butterfly' to create a kaleidoscope display of butterflies for Holocaust Memorial Day.  

Pavel Friedmann wrote this poem at Theresienstadt concentration camp on 4 June 1942. On September 29, 1944 he was deported to Auschwitz where he died.

There are at least two versions of The Butterfly due to different translations. This is the first version: 

The Butterfly  

He was the last. Truly the last.
Such yellowness was bitter and blinding
Like the sun’s tear shattered on stone.
That was his true colour.
And how easily he climbed, and how high,
Certainly, climbing, he wanted
To kiss the last of my world.

I have been here seven weeks,
Who loved me have found me,
Daisies call to me,
And the branches also of the white chestnut in the yard.
But I haven’t seen a butterfly here.
That last one was the last one.
There are no butterflies, here, in the ghetto.