Grandma's Treasures
We rummage through the belongings,
looking at this and that;
judging the fine china,
laughing at the ceramic cat.
We then say to each other--
"who could ever want such junk!"
without ever thinking of the memories
locked inside the trunk.
When you are left to pick up the treasures,
of what your loved ones left behind;
never forget there was a meaning,
In everything you find.
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