Poem
Up in the attic
Hidden from view,
Are thousands of things
Not just a few
Things behind
Long in the past,
Buried and hidden
Thought never to last.
But now and then
Mind seems to stir,
On thoughts my mind
Seem to prefer.
Parents’ young
With songs unsung.
Children, grandkids
Yet unspun.
Years pass fast,
They simply fly.
Turning, winding
Spinning by.
We sang good songs
And spun strong kids.
More hidden treasures
Up for bids.
Memory treasures
Stored away.
All laid up
For another day.
This poem was written in 1994 by my mother-in-law. She's forgetful now but still writes wonderful poems. This is for you Mom:>
Hidden from view,
Are thousands of things
Not just a few
Things behind
Long in the past,
Buried and hidden
Thought never to last.
But now and then
Mind seems to stir,
On thoughts my mind
Seem to prefer.
Parents’ young
With songs unsung.
Children, grandkids
Yet unspun.
Years pass fast,
They simply fly.
Turning, winding
Spinning by.
We sang good songs
And spun strong kids.
More hidden treasures
Up for bids.
Memory treasures
Stored away.
All laid up
For another day.
This poem was written in 1994 by my mother-in-law. She's forgetful now but still writes wonderful poems. This is for you Mom:>
posted by Babe in the Woods | 10:00 PM
6 Comments:
It is simple, but to the point.
I dont know how many seniors Ive met that have advocated the importance of making moments, to store up memories.... (starting today) . Thankyou so much for sharing :)
Wonderful poem and the perfect art to go with it!!
I love all of the stories my Grandparents used to tell. They always made everything seem like a big adventure.. the safari of life. I guess it really is. Thanks for posting something that made me think of them for a moment.
*sniffle*
Hey there, u dunno me n I'm a randommer, but I found ur page, n read this poem, it's just sooo nice, very simple words, n yet true..I totally loved it..
Oh my gosh. This is a sweet and endearing poem Babe. I think your family's literary genes are flowing through as evidenced in another family poet.
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