I remember Anne
Amy Miriam Strous (15 years) of Johannesburg, South Africa
Yesterday Anne’s tree fell.
Pushed by wind and rain,
battered by rot and moths,
the tree fell down,
and crashed into a courtyard in Amsterdam.
Anne loved that chestnut,
from the Frank`s secret annex.
Raindrops shone like silver on its branches,
reaching upwards where seagulls glided.
Yesterday Anne’s beloved tree fell,
and come Arbour Day,
I will plant a new tree on African soil,
in her memory.
We must honour Anne`s legacy,
and rebuild with hope.
For one generation plants,
and another gets the shade.
Like her tree firmly rooted,
stretching upwards,
with the promise of life,
I will remember Ann.