Olympia

Though I only knew her old,
I picture my grandmother youthful.
Her eyes bright, her lips bold
Taking on the world one step at a time.

Born in Berlin in the middle of war
married a soldier, escaping sin
-He left when my mother was four.
She raised two children alone.

She lived where you live
So i tell you this tale.
Stories are our only gifts to give.
I wish you farewell.