Confined to one small space within a room
a diary told the world of all her fears,
she’d never feel a baby in her womb
or kiss its cheeks and dry unhappy tears.
She should have felt the sun upon her skin
and walked among the fields of wild flowers,
a young girl’s life cut short is such a sin,
no chance to while away her childhood hours.
No child should live where light is grey and dim
as anguish wipes the smile from her face,
incarcerated at a madman’s whim;
a death camp was to be her final place.
Untimely death at such a senseless age,
yet still she lives in words upon the page.
Gold trophy winner
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Hilly xxx
Lita
