Junk

Her great grandkids found it in the junk corner of the attic. An old weather-beaten trunk, leather handles, a spring lock, an invitation to meet her. They laughed as they pulled out some lost toys, that hat she always wore to church, and pictures, lots of old, faded, crumpled edged pictures. As they reached the bottom of the chest they found a dingy green coat with chevrons on the sleeves. They wondered why it was in Great-grandma’s trunk. There were pictures of a very pretty young girl wearing such a coat. She was not alone. There were many wearing the same. Grandma found them rummaging in Great-grandma’s trunk. She sat with them explaining that Great grandma was a veteran, had served in the military during wartime, came home and started a life that we are all blessed to have been a part of. Tattered and dusty Faded secrets laid to rest Fulfilling a dream