Poetry Friday is hosted by Catherine Johnson
Anne Frank would have been 85 on Thursday, June 12th. Imagine what she could have done, had the world not gone mad when she was a young girl, full of dreams and hopes and visions of what her life would be. I spend my days with girls like Anne – so hopeful, dreamy, kind at heart, and with the same innocent wisdom. I wish for all of them to realize what she was never given the chance to – even though we live in times when the world has, again, gone mad.
“It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more”
– July 15, 1944