Up In The Attic

 

 

Up in the attic right under the stairs

Sits a big old trunk by the rocking chair

Nostalgic keepsakes lay inside that old box

It’s tucked away tightly secured by a lock

 

Old toys and remembrances of yesteryear

Memories and letters I hold so dear

Some toys were broken, some cracked in the middle

I found an old harmonica and my favorite fiddle

                                                

Amongst all the memories of legends past

In that trunk in the attic is an old spy glass

It was used to watch and read and wonder

So many stories it could tell from yonder

Yellowed old pages of love letters lie

Now in my hands they come alive

Reading each letter I carefully unsealed

A piece of the past they each revealed

The magic weaves and casts its spell

Almost all I remembered still

Some words I somehow missed before

Helped heal my heart as I explored

 

I came upon my aged and treasured doll

My old best friend so worn and small

I picked her up and held her near

Remembering how much I loved her dear

A picture of Roy Rogers and his guns

Trigger his horse, my favorite one

A lifetime of memories and treasures so rare

Packed away in the attic up the stairs

            ~~~

All poems written  and copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A   ‘ Pas De Duex' of Rhythm and Visions ~

Author's Note

Memories and remembered things of the past

Reviews

[Dave Foreman]

Brought back a few for me too. Nicely done

[Tate Morgan]

Oh this has the magic that makes of a great piece

[Tom Benson]

I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme of this cleverly written piece Anne. The strength was in the detail, but it was brought out with a subtle touch which I prefer. It makes the reader look inside themselves ... even before checking out their own attic. Nice work my friend.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The comforts of the past are priceless and no matter how faded or imperfect they become with time they they will always be treasures to the heart.