ANNY IN THE SNOW.

A GHOSTLY GIRL OUT IN THE SNOW.

Outside in the snow 
Blackbirds and blue tits

Search for food and there
Watching your youngest

Daughter in the snow
Building her snowman

Anny Horowitz
Circles around small

Hands clutched in front her
Blue eyes moving with

Your daughter’s movements
Her blond hair touched with

Specks of snow her shoes
Making no footprints

Leaving no clue as
Looking up she stares

At you across the
Space between them and

You peering through the
Snowy drift mouthing

Words with ghostly lips
But heard by none and

Bringing her small hands
Together at her

Fingertips she looks
On once more at your

Daughter’s endeavours
The slow mounting pile

On pile of handfuls
Of snow as the chill

Wind brushes up small
Drifts of snow and you

Watching them both out
There in cold and snow

One full of childish
Glee engrossed in her

Small snowman building
The other ghostly

Looking on walking
Round wanting to join

In the fun and games
Scanning your daughter’s

Rising breath maybe
Remembering her

Own fun and games in
Snow those years ago

Before her cruel death
In Auschwitz snow.