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