When I was just a little girl
I can still remember when
I explored my Grandmas' attic
What a joy that was back then.

To sit and ramble through boxes
of old dresses and shoes
to find old photographs of people
who I never knew.

I remember finding a picture
of my Grandmothers' wedding day
She and Grandpa looked so happy
I still remember that smile today.

I remember finding a toy or two
some so old they fell apart
I knew they were treasures from long ago
dear to Grandmas' heart.

I remember putting on her wedding dress
and as I turned around in place..
Grandma stood smiling in the doorway
tears running down her face.

Those years have long since passed
and those years I used to play
But I'll always treasure Grandmas' attic
and the smile she wore that day.

Poem by Irishgrrl
Copyrighted - July of 2000
All Rights Reserved!

 
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