Anne Frank poetry

Death March

By Dawn Illsley

We marched like dead souls,

Through hallways, not stopping.

Not daring.

Like the end was our fate.

I feel the shame,

The disgrace.

We quietly weeped,

As we shuffled upstairs,

It’s still, silence I heard,

On that ghostly trek.

My life faded away,

I was stuck there in that place,

Reality dissolved,

Time took a break.

Those little rooms,

Housing ghosts.

The walls paper thin like a dolls house.

Why is it,

Words pour out,

When tears are flowing.

I saw a pile of shoes

They didn’t need anymore.

Telling a story

Of loss,

Of life never led.

A pile of shoes,

In someone’s porch,

makes me think,

Of that day in May.

The deafening silence.

That I witnessed.

The life that was erased.

(Visiting the Anne Frank Museum)

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Vacation Days

April 14th.  It’s our anniversary!! Ten years!!! I feel old…

The view from our balcony.  I could’t go too far from our room yesterday as I wasn’t feeling well.  Lots of people watching.  I felt like I was in Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window.  I love that movie.  I might have to watch that when I get home.

I finished The Nest by Kenneth Oppel.  It was great.  A quick read and the story of this lad kept me glued to the page!

Vacation Days 

April13,2017 vacation Day 5 Still sunny, still hot. I started The Nest by Kenneth Oppel. The main character is a boy called Steven, in his words he tells the story. His parents, sister, and new baby are the people in his world. The new baby has a congenital defect. His stories and dreams reflect his struggle to understand. What I like about the book so far is the discussion about wasps, bees and nests. I’m totally in the category of nesters. Even on vacation I’ve made a nest with chairs and cushions. In the nest is yarn, music, and books. I’m having a hard time chronicling my adventures in the past few days as Wifi is not always available. As a chameleon adapts, so do I. So my posts are sporadic.  

Vacation days

April 11th day 3 of vacation in Cuba. Wifi is sketchy around here. So blogging was a chore. Here’s a beautiful beach spot..I wasn’t sure what to think when I first arrived. It took me at least 24 hours to relax. It’s like coming to a complete stop when you usually travel at 100km an hour. I settled into a routine by day 2. I actually had to make a schedule for myself…I know that crazy for a Cuban beach vacation but I’m not a typical vacationer. It’s way less anxiety provoking if I do a schedule for myself. 

1. Lay on beach ( at least save a spot before breakfast)

2. Eat breakfast 

3. then play my “little dude” ukulele 

4. Read my book and have Tea party

5. Time to knit. 

6.Nap.

7.Eat supper, dress up a bit:)

8.Balcony break before bed with a Cuban cigar and a tea 

It’s working out so far. Today I did beach-combing and sat in the surf. The waves were high and strong I didn’t venture in deep but quite enjoyed gathering up my little shell treasures to add to my collection. So many beautiful options for photos. More tomorrow…

Little Dude has three strings which I’m ok with. One snapped during tuning. Otherwise we are getting along fine. It’s a joy to play this little guy! Sounds great!

The food is interesting, I’m still getting used to the food culture here. Not all good quality food is available to our level of resort so I’ve been eating a lot of rice, beans, fruit, and cheese. That’s sounds not to bad. I’m going by the food groups and I’m starting everyday with a protein bar. Hopefully I wouldn’t have faded to nothing by Sunday.

Churro

Story time…The first time I had a churro I was in Rome.  A street vendor happily served up this delicious fried pastry at a green space beside the ruins of the Roman Forum.  It was a beautiful sunny day, a holiday for the natives.  Quite a backdrop for my first experience.  I tasted it and was totally in love.  That trip woke up the food adventurer in me.  From there I had pizza topped with anchovies and black olives in a Venice take away.  In Florence I tried my luck with squid and octopus, served by an Asian waitress who didn’t quite know what to make of my exuberance.  Today I’m grateful for that experience, traveling abroad has a different vibe now for me. With terrorist threats and decreased mobility across borders.  It’s not the same freeing experience.  

Love your neighbor, try adventure!