Cobwebs

attic

 Atop the creaky stairs up to the attic
Dim light peeks through grimy windows
Cobwebs, natures lace, abound.

A chest, long forgotten
Maternity clothes stored 
Expectations never met

Phonograph records
Songs and singers
Music of my youth

Faded photos
Yesterday in black and white
Cracked leather albums their tomb.

A uniform, tarnished brass
Our nation called
A generation answered

These are my treasures
Stories frozen in time
Captured years

In my attic
Nostalgia’s heart beats
And a piece of me remains

 

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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