Remembering Anne Frank

(1929-1945)



life was good until it wasn’t
we could almost forget the enemy we eluded
the persecution so viciously relentless
it was a matter of time till
the enemy was again at our door 
trapped~ this time with no escape route
we could only do what we must
hide in the walls become ghosts
hope to ride out the nightmare
bent on surviving no matter the cost

wondered if things
would ever return to normal
the fear ever vanish
and life ever be as it should

trusting there would be an end to it all
someday someway somehow
but the worst yet to come
and it did
when we thought it couldn’t get worse
the unimaginable
it came and it did
leaving behind a handwritten journal
stained with tears of a little girl 
her aborted dreams of becoming a journalist
and making a name for herself



AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Mcguire Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 9:09 PM
so good, I always ache for Ann, so close to the end of the war to die so young, and betrayed. Sad thing also is her poor father lived and she didn't.
Gauthier Avatar
April 15, 2020 at 9:37 PM
Yes - his two daughters were in the same concentration camp and they died about a month apart. Their father only found out after the war.b Thanks for your visit and comment, Timothy.
Wolf Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 1:49 PM
Moving tribute, Line. Thanks. Blessings, Gershon
Gauthier Avatar
April 14, 2020 at 8:27 PM
Thanks, Gershon, Much appreciated.
Bauer Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 4:01 PM
very touching, line! i volunteer at a holocaust museum in new york and we have an exhibit about anne frank, which is very powerful. your poem is a moving tribute...
Gauthier Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 5:08 PM
That's awesome, Ilene. Your compliment means a lot to me.
Cunningham Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 3:21 PM
Beautiful tribute Line, mankind's inhumanity to his fellow man and yet it continues even to this day. Stay safe. Tom
Gauthier Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 5:08 PM
Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Tom.
Hinshaw Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 12:43 PM
A very insightful and moving write, Line. When my family & I were assigned to Germany with the Air Force, we lived on the street in Frankfurt just a few houses from where Anne was born & later visited her hiding place In Amsterdam. Very moving experiences, especially for our 2 daughters since they were about the same age as Anne when we visited those places. Take good care - Bob
Gauthier Avatar
April 13, 2020 at 5:09 PM
Wow~ that's very touching, Robert.
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