Just her and her book ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

Our little princess is absorbed in her world,

It sends tingles right through me as the pages are turned,

I’m so careful to capture this moment in time,

As I take a pic of this sweet child of mine.

~

Don’t want to disturb her or get in her face,

While she’s taken off to another worldly place,

Where the magical fairies they save the day,

With a sprinkle of dust, you blink, they’re away!

~

This moment is priceless, just her and her book,

And her little chair, her reading nook,

As she slowly reads, sounds the words on the page,

It could’ve been me when I was her age!

~

By Carol Cameleon 2015

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Consider if you were in Anne Frank’s shoes…

The theme game Anne frank outdoors

The bookcase door inside Anne Frank Huis, Amsterdam

 Picture source: free-city-guides.com

When I was younger I read ‘The Diary of Anne Frank’ and the story of Miep Gies who helped to hide the Frank family et al.  I was in awe of this young girl who yearned and ached to go outside; yearned and ached to be free.

A few years ago I had the opportunity to visit The Anne Frank House and Museum in Amsterdam.  From the minute I stepped through that concealed entrance and walked up the steps into ‘The Annex’, I was walking in her proverbial shoes (and of the other people she hid with).

I saw where she had lived, saw where she had slept, felt the atmosphere still lingering, looked out of the high window and saw the same bell tower that Anne Frank had seen.

I was humbled.  I was intrigued.  I was sad.  I was claustrophobic.  I was privileged to experience ‘The Annex’ (though not in the same way, thankfully).  I unashamedly shed a tear.     And as our tour came to an end, I walked back down the stairs, back through the concealed entrance, back out of the museum.  I walked back outside.  I was free.

I was free to take in a  lungful of fresh air.  I will try to never take the outdoors for granted again.

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