Grandma loves telling me stories,
stories of when she was a young girl,
always up and about
with her fellow girls (not busy bodies).
To the stream and back again,
farming, chopping wood,
playing hide-seek or “Freeze!”
Swimming or flying high with eagles
to the sounds of joyful laughter and chirping birds.
“Yes my dear, those were the good, old days …”
she would exclaim with a bright smile
and a glint of joyous tears in her eyes.