He would have you
Remembered, Anny,
Not forgotten or just
A sad statistic of the
Holocaust or a pretty
Face on a photograph.
He would have you
Not die in Auschwitz
In 1942, not disappear,
Not just a Jew, but
Always to remember
You. He would have
You grown and have
Seen the world, see
Paris at a different
Time and better clime
Or Madrid or New York
Free to mix and free to
Talk and drink and love
And see the paintings
And beauty of art and
Music and the kinder
Lovely people who
Would not have betrayed
Or taken you off in a
Crowded train to hurt
And sadden and cause
You pain. He would have
You fall in love and marry,
Have children of your own,
And see them grow and love
Them in turn and become
A grandmother with a wide
Heart and love remembering
Not Auschwitz or guards
Or barbwire or guns or dogs
Or the chimneys or smoke
Or ash or fear of death or
Death’s touch. He would
Have you loved and always
Remembered and held and
Kissed and photographed
For a different age and time, a
Photograph with laughter and
Smiles, a photograph in colour,
Not black and white, a photo of
Daytime and light, not taken
Coldly before the dark night.