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I spoke with an elderly woman today . . .  Ida was her name.
She was a most interesting lady, though not known for fortune or fame.

She told me a bit about her life . . . coming to America after WWII.
Her life must have been exciting, now known only by a few.

She told me her family isn't interested in her past . . . "They will not listen", she said,
I found her story so riveting, I wondered, "What's going on in their heads?"

She told me of her mother . . . how she listened to the family stories she put in her ears,
"I cry now inside, when I think of that time, because today, no one wants to hear."

There are many more Idas out there . . . whose stories we must learn to protect and keep.
What will heppen when we are Ida's age ?  Will anyone listen when we so want to speak?

Ida's story may be a common one . . . yet, life writes each one differently.
Remember to listen to the Ida's, because her generation has changed the shape of history.

Her words so touched me that . . . when we fail to listen to the stories of generations gone by,
We lose that part of our own lives, and like Ida,  "Inside I want to cry."

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