The German Lady Poem by Rami Nazzal

I met a lady old
With 4 years on my dad
Her hair white, eyes twinkled
Her smile grateful glad

She recalled the war
In Germany a child
And saw the bombs that fell
When the world was wild

She said some friends were jews
She helped to them school
And spoke of happy times
At times to break the rules

It was not like books she spake
She lived through the war
A bomb fell in her back yard
She lived history and more

Her husband passed away
Of Parkinson his demise
Her siblings nearly same age
But warmth in her eyes

She moved to Canada
A young one of twenty
And saw the city grow
My God what she did see

She sat upon the chair
Waited dr like me
To have a physical
Her health seemed strong to see

I wished her long life
And health and happy days
She said to me good luck
And vanished with that gaze