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  • Edward Bator
    May I also add  THANKS  for the poem,  this is from my two brothers (deceased) and myself. See the photo:  Quastina, Palestine,  1942.  Kadet M. Bator,
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      May I also add  THANKS  for the poem,  this is from my two brothers (deceased)
      and myself.
      See the photo:  Quastina, Palestine,  1942.  Kadet M. Bator, Junak E. Bator, St.
      Strz. Stefan Bator
      3-cia DSK.  In 1944, both  Mieczyslaw and Stefan were on Monte Casino.  I bid my
      time in Nazareth, Barbara, Sarafand and Kfar-Bilu, Palestine till we three got
      together again in England.
      Nice poem.  Ed (s.j.)



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      From: "kms0902@..." <kms0902@...>
      To: Kresy-Siberia@yahoogroups.com
      Sent: Tue, July 27, 2010 10:45:25 PM
      Subject: [Kresy-Siberia] Re: Poem for Aneta Naszynska

       
      Hania !

      Beautifully put, as usual. You have captured Aneta's gift in this poem. Thank
      you. We will add it to her Memorial Album.

      Krysia

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      KRYSTYNA SZYPOWSKA
      Executive Director, Kresy-Siberia Foundation
      www.Kresy-Siberia.org
      Krystyna.Szypowska@...

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      From: Anne Kaczanowski
      To: Kresy-Siberia@yahoogroups.com
      Sent: Tuesday, July 27, 2010 7:13 PM
      Subject: [Kresy-Siberia] Poem for Aneta Naszynska

      Poem for Aneta

      From the windows of the past a hand reached down
      And found a girl in Opatowek, a small Polish town
      The hand blessed her gentle heart with Polish pride
      And filled her with a bursting passion deep inside
      With prisms of rainbows the passion coloured her soul
      And her life’s journey on earth was to remember the Pole
      She fought for those deported from where she came
      Into Siberian wastelands living an odyssey with no name
      She called it “Forgotten� and brought smiles to many a face
      Unwrapping insufferable memories with untarnished grace
      She revealed a hidden piece of the soul and told their truth
      And passed a legacy wrapped in gold to upcoming youth
      Her camera became a paintbrush to imagination
      And the Polish story was a blank canvas for creation
      A vision is nothing more than a reflection of light
      And angels took away the shadows so she’d get it right
      She explored the gifts of life many choose not to see
      Living her life to the fullest of what freedom is meant to be
      Infectious enthusiasm is a wonderful gift in life to receive
      And that would be her gift to the ones she would leave
      Time has a way of taking away those we think are the best
      But perhaps just knowing them is a way for us to feel blessed.

      Aneta may your spirit soar with angels and may Jagna be by your side.


      hania kaczanowska

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