So far
Standing on a pedestal
A Monument
A Statue rock hard

Once alive
Now, turned to stone
Too proud to look down
Its eyes closed

Don’t come near
Do not try to touch
You will never reach
its marble heart

Don’t whisper in its ear
your truth
It won’t hear you
It won’t shed a tear
It won't understand

Best to just leave it alone

A beautiful memory
imprinted on your soul
Let it stand there,
far away, on its own

A Statue

Once alive
turned to stone

Cry me a river little girl
He whispered softly in her ear
Don’t worry it won’t really hurt
You will endure it

Cry me a river, my sweet child
Let me collect your crystal tears
You’ve always been the chosen one
To give me what I need

Cry me a river pure of heart
I want to touch so deep inside
And even if you’re torn apart
I will not stop

Cry me a river little one
I have my plan to follow up
You’ll understand it in your time
Now, let me work.

Snap! Perfect selfie
A tick on the bucket list
Another holiday memory
from a trip,
 
to Auschwitz...
 
There are flowers here in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
 
A flower number 55 is red
Like the blood that had been shed
 
A flower number 129 smells like gas
Like the chambers that took lives
 
A flower number 3 078 smells like pain
Endured, in a torture every day
  
A flower number 20 503 smells like fear
Of living and dying in agony  
 
A flower number 400 076
is too weak to smell like anything

There are 1 300 000 flowers in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
 
But who will remember that...

Old Barbie looks in the mirror
Terrified with what she sees
The reflection shows her a stranger
Someone she doesn’t want to be

Her face is old and wrinkled
Her hair turned thin and grey
Her body used to be perfect
Now weak and out of shape

Old Barbie covers her face
Trying to hide from despair
But she can’t stop what she feels
On artificial cheeks real warm tears...

There is still time
To have breakfast in bed
after we woke up
There is time to talk
Slowly
Carefully
Picking words which don’t hurt
We can still hold hands
Gaze into each other’s eyes
Be kind
Be nice
We still have time to laugh
Watch each other smiles
And be amazed
Everyday

It is not too late