Yes, there are some things from the war.
I posted a poem she wrote towards the end of the war here recently:
http://annehodgson.de/2009/10/05/angelus/
I found it very moving, as it tracks her idyllic childhood (she was born in a village in 1922) through her wild and rebellious years as an actress in Berlin, where she moved in 1938 at the age of 16 (”Die Nacht war mit Kometen / mit Glanz und Glück besternt” – the night was full of comets, bright lights and happiness)
and then the horrible war years (”Die Nacht ist prasselnd ausgebrannt/ zu Morgengraun und Niemandsland” – the night burned out, turning into a no man’s land) and the “silent” years of inner immigration in her father’s “house of pain” (”Wir bauten uns ein Haus aus Leid/ kein Lied ward da gesungen/ und siedelten stumm in der stummen Zeit”) all the way up to the glimmer of hope at the end, waiting for the Allies to come to the rescue (”Da schlägt die Wachtel früh am Fluß”), which translates loosely as “The quail sings down by the stream, irritating the sleeping city but giving us hope, for that’s the new Angelus that every Christian must pray, grateful for the pain inflicted.”) It’s so foreign to our generation, but very illuminating in trying to understand Christian Germans of that generation.