• When my Oma was still alive
    She was bitter
    she was mean
    maybe it was the affect of living in east Germany during WWII
    who knows, I don’t
    She liked me so we were sneaky together
    I would hide under our bathroom sink and wait patiently for the signal
    She would tap three times if its ok and one tap for trouble
    After I heard a familiar TAP, TAP, TAP
    I'd crawl out and hug my Oma
    She always smelled of bread
    She would grab my hand and
    we would sneak into the kitchen
    open the door to the freezer
    the cold air that tickled our toes and bare legs would make us shiver
    Once the door was open
    We had to be very quiet or my mom would come and bite our heads off
    I got the spoons and was very, very quiet about it
    she grabbed the ice cream and smiled at me
    She always smiled at me when we were sneaky
    She of course would go up the stairs first
    and i would wait until she was at the top and then i would go after her
    We would go into her room close the door
    We would turn on the TV so they couldn’t hear us
    she would tell me stories from her childhood in Germany
    The good and bad
    my Oma can be described at a sweet and sour person
    Bitter from her days in Germany and how she missed it
    when she was sweet it was very sweet
    Maybe its from all that ice cream we ate

    Who knows I don’t.