DEAR ABBY: I'm enclosing a poem I wrote after visiting Auschwitz. I hope you will print it in your column on April 19, Holocaust Remembrance Day. -- TAWNYSHA LYNCH
DEAR TAWNYSHA: I'm pleased to print your poem as a tribute to the many souls who have been sacrified over the centuries because of man's inhumanity to man.
NEVER FORGET by Tawnysha Lynch
(Excerpted from "Remembrance," copyright 2001)
I may have died long ago,
But I am not gone.
My body may rest among thousands,
But I still exist.
When you see this camp before you,
You see where I breathed my last.
When you look at the ground,
You see my footprints.
As you walk upon this soil,
You step over my bones.
When you see old photographs,
My eyes look at yours.
When you hear the wind whisper,
You are hearing my voice.
When your eyes brim with tears,
It is me tugging your heart.
"Never forget," I whisper to you
And you hear my desperate words.
I may not be alive today,
But in your heart, I still live.