Treasures abound in an attic
if you're patient enough
to wade through
the spiderwebs and dust
to discover them.
I found a picture of Mama there
in an old camelback steamer trunk
crowded with forgotten relatives
in musty photo albums,
dried rose bouquets,
and size six shoe boxes
filled with old love letters
tied by faded ribbons.
How I wish I had known her then --
she was young and pretty,
living carefree in a world
filled with Daddy,
before children and cancer.
The photo was crackled,
its corners dog-earred,
but there she was.
A bandana tied round her head
almost held the whispy curls
celebrating their freedom
in an ocean breeze,
pants rolled up mid-calf,
cuffs barely skimming the water,
and she looked so happy.
And from a trunk in the attic
I found a treasure,
a love that had so shaped me
throughout my entire life.
How terribly I miss her.
A delightful trip into past treasures CJ. Seems to me, at least in our photo album, those old black and whites have more beauty than today's Kodak technology. I loved this trip to see your mother.
loveya
Rusty
Jamie was a healthy, active 12-year old who loved to skate and played hockey as well as any boy. Then one afternoon during a game, she suffered a stroke that changed her world. Her memoir takes the reader through her ordeal and her journey out of the
Through interviews with Lauren's doctors, along with those of other physicians, researchers, and clinicians who specialize in lung cancer, readers will have a better understanding of the disease.
With the same passion and honesty Lauren exhibite
Share
Print
Save
Follow
loveya
Rusty
and attic finds = an outstanding tribute
to a beloved Mother
Excellent write
Thanks for sharing C.J
Love & Peace
William
Regis