A Treasure in the Attic
by CJ Heck
There's magic in an attic
when you're patient enough
to wade through
the spiderwebs and dust
to discover it.
I found a picture of Mama there
in an old camelback trunk
crowded with forgotten relatives
pressed in albums,
between dried rose bouquets,
and size six shoe boxes
hiding old love letters
bound in faded ribbon.
How I wish I had known her then --
young and pretty,
living in a world
filled with Daddy,
before children and cancer.
The photo was crackled,
its corners dog-earred,
but there she was.
A bandana tied round her head
almost held the whispy curls
reaching for freedom
in an ocean breeze,
pants rolled up mid-calf,
cuffs barely skimming the water,
she looked so happy.
And from a trunk in the attic
I unearthed a treasure,
a love that had shaped me
throughout my life.
How terribly I miss her.
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