Remember many years ago

When we use to play

Up in Grandma's attic

Where we would stay all day.

So many lovely things there we found

Furniture, clothes and such

But her trunk full of goodies

Is one thing we loved so much.

A wedding dress yellow with age

Shoe's that buttoned up the side

A bible laying gently there

Wrapped up and gently tied.

A shaving cup and brush well used

Love letters with ribbon in tact

Pictures of all the days gone by

Laid gently in a stack.

Jewelry worn so long ago

Yet packed with loving care

Almost like they knew someday

Someone would find it there.

Hours we spent in that old brown trunk

Love permeated the air

When we left our hearts were so full of love

I was happy we went up there.

So if you search Grandma's attic

Good luck with what you may see

I hope memories will be waiting for you

As those that awaited  me.

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

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