Family Heirlooms

by Ann Stareyes   Nov 2, 2005


Heirlooms that's been passed down
I treasure so much
They were personally gave to me
Before my ancestors left this earth.

Before my Papa died
Many years ago
He gave me his Mom's old Peddle sewing machine
That he cherished so.

He told me many stories
How she'd sit hours at a time
Sewing for her children
How cloth then was only a dime.

Papa said She was truly gifted
Could make anything at all
So many memories
To this day he could still recall.

This makes this heirloom more precious
Because Papa gave it to me
He knew I would cherish it
And where it would always be.

This old sewing machine I'll forever cherish
Until my dying day
Then all I ask of my children
Please cherish it the same way.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Richard Morris

    I think we all wonder if children will treasure heirlooms as much we, and fear they won't.

  • 19 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Precious poem Ann, simply precious....Nothing like that has been passed down through my family except traditions and I cherish them so much..can't imagine actually having something like you have! Terrific Job..I loved this

  • 19 years ago

    by HJ

    A wonderful write, great concept. Very heart felt and touching.

    Many kisses
    Hayley

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    My aunt has her great great grandmother's peddle sewing machine. This really made me think of all the stories my grandma used to tell me!
    Lovely poem, not that I expect less from you! Take care~Holly

  • 19 years ago

    by Jay27

    I love tradition, and i love this poem.

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