29 May 2012
There was a girl of the Holocaust A girl we know as Anne She spilled her secrets in a diary Her hopes, her dreams, her plans
The family Frank was Anne and Otto, Edith and Margot To her father she was close Her mother and sister less so
Young Anne was finding her own feet Love and care she sought Yet her relationship with her ma Was frail and often wrought
It struck me as I read her words And the feelings they imbue All these hopes Anne felt and thought Her mother never knew
Her mother never knew the woman Her daughter could become She died, broken, in a wicked place At the hands of Nazi scum
Through Anne's diaries we see her life The dreams she would pursue The saddest thing to me is that Her mother never knew.
She Never Knew • Opuss № I