via Beneath All That Cobweb
Grandmother’s chest in the attic,
Waiting for someone to come near her
Ears strained to hear the known footsteps
Vision blurred with cobwebs but her spirit is not
Maybe there is something for you in there maybe not,
But how will you know if you don’t reach out to it?
A quilt and some handkerchiefs
A world of soft cotton and lace
Hope and warmth embroidered in each one
Maybe you will find solace in them maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t embrace them?
Some old wrinkled and some neatly packed clothes
They have more deals and tales
Than any book or shop
The soothing whiff of love, comforting whispers
Maybe you will find them enlightening maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t let them express?
At the corner of the chest are some old memories
Some letters have gone yellow; some brown
Some old pictures; of a naughty little girl on a swing
Of a free-spirited woman before and after her marriage
Oh! the beautiful carefree past and their echoes
Maybe you will find some mantra in them maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t ask?
Hope, love, warmth, inspiration, and some surprises in store
The old neglected chest can be full all this and more
An old set of dentures desperate to share her story
An old eyeglass full of wisdom
This may be your lucky day maybe not
You may find something valuable, maybe not
But how will you know….