Anne Frank Poem by Mark Heathcote

Anne Frank, your smile was wide
So to those eyes of life
That kindled into fame
Words of living, flame.

Make-believe was-it-more real
Then dreams consigned to sleep
Kitty is a friend for all to keep
When in the clutches of horrors, care.

War and attrition, outcast and caged
Hiding with little room to breathe
But still, your agile mind weaved
A spell to capture an age.

Remembered after death as a symbol
Of the millions tortured and killed
For a wonderful diary
A treasured icon.