Treasures abound in an attic
if you're patient enough
to wade through
the spiders and dust to find them.
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You brought me back to my own mother's attic...where an old typewriter was my secret love...and there, too, were the photos of strangers from another time, unknown to me...but friends of my mother....they knew her stories long before I did...for that, years after she is gone from me...I am jealous. What a tremendous write. Thank you. PEACE
What a heartfelt poem with treasured memories from the past held dear to your heart. Sincerely, Connie Webb
living carefree in a world filled with Daddy, before children and cancer I loved these few lines, nice that you knew the love your parents had for each other This poem was very touching Dicky Cantrell
I have a photo of my mom, made it Florida, standing in water's edge, coal-black hair tossed by the wind, and the moment I read this, I was back there with that picture. She died 12 years ago today, and I'll never stop missing my friend, but your poem helped ease the pain. Linda
Beautiful. I felt like I was in that attic sharing that memory. It was bittersweet......
The description from the photo is so palpable; I was in the water myself.
Poem filled with feelings photos a snap frozen from the past...to cast memories back hard to read without a tear. a poetic winner indeed...regards