They burst in through the front door <br />Their heavy boots stomp on the floor <br />They search the rooms and smash the glass <br />Even my mother's favourite vase <br /> <br />They bellow orders, 'FINDET SIE' <br />My mother's sobbing silently <br />I hold her hand and start to pray <br />'Don't let them find us here today' <br /> <br />I hear them thundering up the stairs <br />I hope the Lord has heard my prayers <br />Mama and I grow still as stones <br />A shiver runs right through my bones <br /> <br />He stays a while, then turns and leaves <br />I breathe out a sigh of relief <br />The steps then freeze, he's coming back! <br />The sound comes closer 'clack clack clack' <br /> <br />The cupboard doors swing open wide <br />With nowhere left for us to hide <br />I stare into his deep green eyes <br />That look right back in shock, surprise <br /> <br />The man downstairs calls out his name <br />He turns to walk away again <br />Mama and I watch on in awe <br />As he marched right out through the door <br /> <br />We never ever forgot that day <br />The day the Nazis walked away<br /><br />Monique Sapla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-the-nazis-walked-away/
