The trunk smelled of mildew and dust
As I opened the latches covered with rust
So many memories lie there asleep,
A long, lacey dress and dried rose bouquet
Placed lovingly there from my wedding day
Still dance with aroma in thoughts I keep.
A photograph book now yellowed with age
Brings smiles as I fumble through each precious page
And tears for the loved ones now gone,
How often I wonder what Mother would say
If she were alive and could see me today
I close the book slowly and sadly look on.
Bronzed baby shoes from when I was small
Newspaper clippings I vaguely recall
And trinkets from years quickly passed
Fill that old trunk I treasure so dear
It holds my whole life, my childhood so near
And each day henceforth until it\'s my last.
