The old trunk still sits in the attic,
dusty and sealed from sunlight.
full of treasured memories pictures ,
and love letters of old.
life and years of dedication.
mother has stored away,within that trunk not just an ordinary kind.
but one that connects to the past,
her eyes fill with tears when she goes up to the attic a place where dad can be found. i was with her that day.
she open the trunk full of memorabilia
of her life.she clutched the letters that dad wrote.close to her heart gently she untied them a beautiful red ribbon .
on the bottom was her wedding dress still in tacked with pearls that adorned her dress and fine lace .the attic was coved with her past like a carpet of flowers and beautiful colors .
and now i come to the attic and look inside to remind me of a little part of my mother and fathers past.its such a magnificent trunk full of gold and gem stones no its more valuable than that ,its filled with love.
