Maria von Stoltenberg’s father had been a SS officer,
had a picture of him in her room.
On his cap the dreaded silver skull.
But since she was proud of her father
and knew nothing of his past,
I made no despairing comments.
A strange woman, a round faced Indian with blond hair,
she was pleased of that it made her different and in the line
of work since her father had disappeared,
when weird men came looking for him, she was popular.
Maria liked me, said I looked like her father, blue eyes, blond hair
and all that crap. She took a few days off work,
I hired a car, we toured the odd a hill landscape,
few trees and no rain had fallen for years. Maria’s dream was to go
to Germany, meet her father’s relatives, and be an officer’s daughter.
I knew this was an impossible dream, but promised to see
what I could do when back in Europe.
We corresponded for a time,
till my letters came back as return of post.
I shall not know what happened to Maria,
but hope she found love her kind heart deserves it.
