The Attic
Tucked away in the attic
These things have been found
that leave a nostalgia
and awareness, profound...
Old
letters, now yellowed, With
a ribbon tied tight, When
love was the essence And
everything seemed bright. A
Faded old program That
told dreams of a dance, The
waltz and the fox-trot In
the days of romance. A
ring and a kerchief And
a Bible now worn, All
part of a wedding Before
baby was born. A
shoe and a rattle, And
some pictures of him, A
pair of old glasses For
old eyes that grew dim. Yes,
all of these treasures Were
stored in a drawer; But
in hearts now departed, They
shall live evermore. by
Gertrude Rudberg
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