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Olga Nicholaievna / Re: Anniversary of Olga's birthday -- post tributes & memorial messages here!
« on: November 16, 2011, 11:27:24 AM »
For Olga...
Me, and my Olga
You see us playing together as children
As she teaches me the ropes of life
That come to her so naturally, but in her elegance
In her regency, she takes it in her strife
The kindness, the devoutness, the selflessness
That are so often mistaken as my own
Were taught to me by none other than her
Us two growing up in the grandeur of the throne
Me, and my Olga
You see me now and think nothing of it
but it was her who gave me these elegant robes
That sway and dance at my feet
And her who showed me how to look and pose
In all those photos of just me and her
It was her that gave me kindness
Expecting nothing in return
Retaining our regal blindness:
Me, and my Olga
Is it us you now speak of?
The daughters of the last Tsar
Who lived and few in a fairy tale,
In palaces of splendour near and far
Do you remember her in all her glory
In all that wisdom she imparted on me
In all that strength and belief she held
And gave to me and others so unconditionally
Me, and my Olga
Yet it is us down here in this cellar
Where fairy tales no longer have a place
It is us clutching at one another
As bullets and bayonets beset our face
And it is us sprayed with each other’s blood
Praying for the end with a scream and a tear
Grand Duchesses and sisters born but to die:
Anastasia, Maria,
Me, and my Olga
~ Sara James
You see us playing together as children
As she teaches me the ropes of life
That come to her so naturally, but in her elegance
In her regency, she takes it in her strife
The kindness, the devoutness, the selflessness
That are so often mistaken as my own
Were taught to me by none other than her
Us two growing up in the grandeur of the throne
Me, and my Olga
You see me now and think nothing of it
but it was her who gave me these elegant robes
That sway and dance at my feet
And her who showed me how to look and pose
In all those photos of just me and her
It was her that gave me kindness
Expecting nothing in return
Retaining our regal blindness:
Me, and my Olga
Is it us you now speak of?
The daughters of the last Tsar
Who lived and few in a fairy tale,
In palaces of splendour near and far
Do you remember her in all her glory
In all that wisdom she imparted on me
In all that strength and belief she held
And gave to me and others so unconditionally
Me, and my Olga
Yet it is us down here in this cellar
Where fairy tales no longer have a place
It is us clutching at one another
As bullets and bayonets beset our face
And it is us sprayed with each other’s blood
Praying for the end with a scream and a tear
Grand Duchesses and sisters born but to die:
Anastasia, Maria,
Me, and my Olga
~ Sara James


