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
