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He would have you Remembered, Anny, Not forgotten or just A sad statistic of the Holocaust or a pretty Face on a photograph. He would have you Not die in Auschwitz In 1942, not disappear, Not just a Jew, but Always to remember You. He would have You grown and have Seen the world, see Paris at a different Time and better clime Or Madrid or New York Free to mix and free to Talk and drink and love And see the paintings And beauty of art and Music and the kinder Lovely people who Would not have betrayed Or taken you off in a Crowded train to hurt And sadden and cause You pain. He would have You fall in love and marry, Have children of your own, And see them grow and love Them in turn and become A grandmother with a wide Heart and love remembering Not Auschwitz or guards Or barbwire or guns or dogs Or the chimneys or smoke Or ash or fear of death or Death’s touch. He would Have you loved and always Remembered and held and Kissed and photographed For a different age and time, a Photograph with laughter and Smiles, a photograph in colour, Not black and white, a photo of Daytime and light, not taken Coldly before the dark night.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
Anny Remembered.
He would have you Remembered, Anny, Not forgotten or just A sad statistic of the Holocaust or a pretty Face on a photograph. He would have you Not die in Auschwitz In 1942, not disappear, Not just a Jew, but Always to remember You. He would have You grown and have Seen the world, see Paris at a different Time and better clime Or Madrid or New York Free to mix and free to Talk and drink and love And see the paintings And beauty of art and Music and the kinder Lovely people who Would not have betrayed Or taken you off in a Crowded train to hurt And sadden and cause You pain. He would have You fall in love and marry, Have children of your own, And see them grow and love Them in turn and become A grandmother with a wide Heart and love remembering Not Auschwitz or guards Or barbwire or guns or dogs Or the chimneys or smoke Or ash or fear of death or Death’s touch. He would Have you loved and always Remembered and held and Kissed and photographed For a different age and time, a Photograph with laughter and Smiles, a photograph in colour, Not black and white, a photo of Daytime and light, not taken Coldly before the dark night.
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TerryCollett
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
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