NO BAD LANGUAGE.

[dadio]

You oughtn’t to use bad language, Anny
Says, appearing out of nowhere, a small

Bow tied in her long blonde hair, Momie said
It wasn’t good. You say, I never use bad

Language when I write poems about you.
She comes closer to the PC and stares

At the screen. Is this poem about me?
Most of it, you say, gazing at her small

Ghostly hand on the arm of the swivel
Chair. Her finger moves along the PC

Screen, tracking the line of words. I used to
Write with a pen, Anny says, in my neat

Handwriting, Momie’d say. She wipes dust from
The monitor’s top, then wipes her hand on

Her black phantom dress. She has beautiful
Blue eyes, but you don’t tell her, you just gaze

As she touches your mouse pad and then the
White mouse and then picks up the Biro as

Children do and scribbles away. The air
Smells of flowers; then she’s gone. The neatly

Penned words in French say, Anny Horowitz,
Murdered in Auschwitz, 1942.

The room is empty of her presence now,
Just your PC, your sleeping son and you.

[joel]

Giving voice--whatever the words--maintains the relevance of lives that others worked so devilishly hard to silence.

[dadio]

Thank you for reading & comments, Joel.

[judih]

what a touching write, dadio
and i've never seen such a completely guileless photo of a victim
horrific to think of how her life ended

[dadio]

Thank you, Judih. Had she lived(Anny) she would now be coming up to 74. Although the poem has as a work of fiction brought Anny into being albeit as a ghostly being it does bring her memory into focus in the day to day arena of our present lives.

[Steve Plonk]

Brings a photo of another victim to life...We must not forget the holocaust.

[dadio]

Thank you, Steve.