There was a trunk in Grandma’s atticWhere we children used to play
It held bits of lace and “special things”
My Grandma used to say.
Life went on as it’s known to do
Time has passed on golden wings
Now my children play their games
Near the trunk of “special things”.
This old house is growing older
Still to its memories it clings
Soon another generation will play
Near Grandma’s “special things”.
The poem is original, credit for the trunk to Jenn U Designs, elements to CR Designs, and the lovely vintage image from the amazingly talented Elizabeth Golden . (Thank you, Elizabeth!)