Vintage Memories

She sits on the attic floor

Opening up a dusty old trunk

Pulling back the packing

That was keeping the treasures safe

Inside lies a dress

Turning yellow with age

She will need to have it cleaned and fitted

If she is to wear it for that special day

The dress is fairly old

With hand-sewn beads and lace

But she has known it is the one for her

Since she was just a tot

Lying by the dress' side

A stack of old photographs

Crinkled and weathered with age

Photographs from a long time ago

She carefully pulls out the stack

Delicately holding the top picture up

Her eyes begin to tear

For in the picture is her mother

Wearing that very dress

Her grandmother shuffles up behind her

And with love and sadness in her voice

Tells her granddaughter

How much this would have meant to her mother

For she passed

Just after she was born

And with the father already gone

Only the grandmother was left to care for her

The grandmother gingerly picks up

Another photograph from the stack

This one of a little girl

Playing dress up in a beaded and laced wedding gown

As the tears begin to flow

From each woman's face

They share memories

From the past

Of a time when all the little girl wanted

Was to grow up and get married

In the very same dress

That her mother married her father

She carefully puts the photographs

Back in the trunk

Bringing out the dress

For the approaching day

She gently closes the lid

And takes to the stairs after her grandmother

Being sure to shut off the light

So the trunk can wait for another little girl

She will find its treasures

And hopefully add to the bunch

Continuing the cycle

Of its vintage memories

~*Dream Wish Peace*~