Poem– Yesterday In a Trunk

trunk Yesterday–In A trunk

A trunk left in my care many years ago,
long deceased, had no family, few friends

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Photographs and letters, lie untouched
A quiet medley of memories of O’ so long ago
Faded pictures, cracked with age, so dry
Letters, addressed to some I did not know

Pencils, pens and empty spools for thread
Made me wonder,  who put all this aside
And why.  The mustiness betrayed the time
This trove of treasure in a trunk denied

Curious now, I lifted out a laden tray
Below, a mix of color, red, blue and yellow
Met my eyes, toys and, oh so much more
Dressed up dolls, baby clothes, discolored

Slowly, reverently, I closed the lid–cried
Thinking of the memories- trapped inside
The letters and the photos were in the tray
that lie there for years, not mine to invade

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Now the dark of night has turned a’glow
The memories have all gone to their ends

–Charles E. Frost © 2009