The 2 year story

[terri44]

Hiding, whispering, watching
Through peephole in the wall
Wondering what has happened,
And when the next will fall

Darkness, it surrounds the room
Of concrete, dust, and wood
Huddling up to stay alive
And hoping life's still good

Shhh and quiet is all that's there
Nobody knows of this place
Through bombs and searches, it stays still
Like the turtle in a race

Games are played in soft delays
The writing soon begins
Which through the years...continue
Until the telltale end

For on that cloudy, forgotten day
The strangers came so fast
And in the quiet hiding place
Comes chaotic sounds at last

All at once, the room is still
But sound of breathing, not
For through the days of terror,
It's quiet place is caught

A as the months flew by in vain
It soundly stays the same
Until a man picked up the book
That brought the world to shame

Inside lay the journey hard
The tears, the laughs, the cries
The story traveled through the world
And opened up its eyes

This simple book, so worn and torn
For everyone to see
was written by a girl named Anne
A child like you and me

[John Wertz]

I suspect that we are beginning to forget the meaning of Anne's story in this new century. Hope your poem reaches more than a few.

[D.F.Russell]

Good feel, good pace... unforced... well done

[John Northcutt Young]

A lovely tribute to Anne Frank’s life, thanks for sharing.

[oliviagrace]

You brought that time to life again. Beautifully done.