Learning hub Get creative Creative writing There is a house on Prinsengracht, Lexi There is a house on Prinsengracht Whose shuttered eyes once hid its pain To see a girl’s world torn apart Her life though brief, not lived in vain She’d seemed more precious than a gem And rare, like species near extinct But, as I ventured through her home, Her prison! I began to think… She’s just an ordinary girl In some ways very much like me! She wants to decorate her room She loves to keep her diary There, all her thoughts and dreams unfold Her fantasies of life and love Still, while the end could not be told She found her strength from God above And, though betrayed, when evil came Extinguishing the family’s light The words that Anne had left behind Gave future people great insight For where does doubt and hatred start If not in children taught these ways If open minds could play their part Then we might hope for brighter days I feel the power of words that reach Across the years to speak to me Her diary, her hopes and fears Became her greatest legacy She dreamed of fame and fame she found Though, not in life but through cruel end Her chequered book, now world renowned Became the medicine that might mend I came away with great desire To read, to write, to meet, to know Your message Anne so very clear That, as a human, I can grow -by ALEXA, aged 12 Previous Next Back to poetry ages 10-12 gallery Manage Cookie Preferences