by Marla C Benick-Martin
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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We go to grandma's attic, filled with this and that galore,
For treasure troves await us when we walk beyond its door.
The sun shines through the windows centered in the papered walls:
It lights the way to sailing ships and fragile china dolls;
The rocking horse our grandpa rode and galloped to-and-fro;
And steamer trunks of dress-up clothes from eras long ago;
Toy spinning tops, and pirates' swords; old photos, black and white-
And as we play, our grandma's eyes are shining very bright!
But in a flash, we're all grown up, the treasures there to stay,
And grandma's hair, once golden brown, has faded into gray.
Oh! Years have passed too quickly, and the attic sits so still...
And only spiders play here, for the children never will.
The heavy dust and cobwebs are too much for us to bear;
The view from grandma's attic now a blank and vacant stare.
Dedicated to those whose minds and families are affected by Alzheimer's.
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|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|On first reading, the poem is a treasure of memories. Once you reveal that it also speaks of Alzheimer's, the imagery becomes poignant and bitter-sweet. I admire the writing and the rhythms of the poem, and the picture is perfect with it.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Great rhyme and rhythm and thus flow in these couplets that evoke bittersweet feelings. Very nicely done, Maria. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
It is very difficult to live with and so many are sufering, wise words...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|This was an excellent writing, pretty lady.