What thoughts might have been to unlock
A young German girl in springtime frock
What stories told had she been allowed
To not hide but speak her mind out loud
Within secret writings the truth revealed
As her Jewish heritage was concealed
In whispered pen she would write of days
Peer from attic window in midnight haze
Her hopes and dreams were kept alive
Writing gave her the will to just survive
Family kept hidden from probing eyes
Heard through the night, muffled cries
Days turn to months and then to years
Compounded in silence, tears and fears
Kept on writing as the walls closed in
Waited for the knock and the end to begin
Her death was so sad, to a camp taken
Where millions of others were forsaken
Her pen, our conscience as we read today
To never forget the worlds darkest days
1929-1945




Always nice to read your thoughts on my poetry. Thank you for stoping by dear friend. Hugs and Smiles being sent to you . 
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