Whitney Albright (07-31-1988 / Alabama)

Years ago, with deep inquiry
I propped up my feet to read your diary
With each page I craved it more and more
To touch the earth and be outdoors
Oh young girl, with dark eyes and hair
Who wrote down her wish and her prayer
Who made the best of a cruel period
Whose friends were dying in the myriad
You should have been playing hop scotch on the walk
Drawing squares with a piece of chalk
Anne, you didn’t deserve the torture
To be on an earth burning in hell’s scorcher
A broken heart you tried to mend
Evil murdered you, my friend
God bless you all in Hitler’s dictum
God bless every Holocaust victim
Anne abandoned the camp to heaven’s sea
And passed her broken heart on to me