Up into the attic I did go, for a sorting I was doing. Cleaning up and cleaning out, things from the old homestead. And the first thing I saw was an old trunk which had been my mom�s. I opened that old steamer trunk, which was covered with a lot of dust. And then with a paper clip, I did it unlock. I opened it up, for it had been here all my life, but she'd said, that is mine and in it things I have. So there on the top tray, an old and faded, oh yes, was grandpa�s campaign hat from the First World War, and poppa�s barrack's hat from World war two. And three pairs of baby shoes, one of which had been mine. A campaign button from 48, she did like Harry S. And, oh me oh my, I did not believe this one. An "I like Ike" ribbon from his first election. And there was a picture of my great-grandpa, a corporal in the confederate Army, 1863. Two scrap books from when she was a teenager, I guess. And then I lifted up the tray and smiled for there was her wedding dress, all yellow with age, and an orchid corsage. A pair of high heel shoes which were not the button kind. And a packet of letters from a man I did not know, wrapped in what had been a piece of red ribbon. And then there was a box, full of coins it was. Quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies, and some half dollars, too. I smiled for there were a lot of coins, worth a lot today. I smiled and remembered when we were so poor. And then I thought a while, thinking of the things I had found. I slowly put them back and locked the trunk, And did think. Some day I will go back and open the trunk again, trying to figure out the meaning of all the things in there. And so down the stairs I did go and the light I did turn off. And I did smile and grin a bit, thinking 'Wonder what my kids will think?