Gold cross

When my great-grandmother was 93,
She gave me a gold cross when I was drinking my tea.
She lived on a beautiful island called Athens.
I remember when I used to rake leaves off her balcony,
And we sat together happily.
She died in her bed when she was ninety-six,
Right when I was eating by bix.
I was so sad I cried and cried,
I just wished that I had made her a pie.
When I wear my cross today,
I will remember my great-grandmother and how we used to play.