The first snowdrops poked their heads above the parapet
An act of heroism in an unheroic world.
My eyes stinging with the freeze rejoice
On my island of green I stand firm
Surrounded on all sides by snow like ice
Sharp, cruel and threatening to break through the frontline
Of my black leather jackboots.
No joyful bird song shattered my military meditations
No winter wild squirrels seeking solace and sustenance
Scamper on this arsenic flavoured icing sugar coated grass.
I stand alone with my thoughts populated by the ghosts of thousands
In the gargantuan shadows cast by Dachau
And I feel fear in every strand of DNA I am
Me, the grateful granddaughter of a German Jew
And I thank God for the purity of snowdrops.