Family History
I found a colorful, wooden trunk in the
attic today. It was old and gathering dust,
all tucked away.
I knew this old trunk held some history
and it made my heart astatic, and I
lowered the trunk ever so gently to the
floor of Mother's attic.
I dusted it off completely and carefully
opened the old latches. In the corner
of it sat a box of blue matches.
There were blankets and pictures galore
and a completely sealed cigar inscribed
"It's A Boy".
A picture of two young people hand in
hand, looking full of hope without
demand.
What a lovely picture to see, Mom and
Dad, and baby makes three. What a surprise
it had to be; It was a girl and the girl
was me.
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